Pitch-black Winter Nights Live In My Bones.

The Man Who Meets With A Failure Attributes This Failure Rather To The Ill Will Of Another Than To Fate.

The Woman And The Genius Do Not Work. Up To Now, Woman Has Been Mankind's Supreme Luxury. In All Those Moments When We Do Our Best, We Do Not Work. Work Is Merely A Means To These Moments.

It Is Not Your Sin - It Is Your Moderation That Cries To Heaven; Your Very Sparingness In Sin Cries To Heaven!

To Regard States Of Distress In General As An Objection, As Something Which Must Be Abolished Is The Greatest Nonsense On Earth; Having The Most Disastrous Consequences, Fatally Stupid- Almost As Stupid As A Wish To Abolish Bad Weather - Out Of Pity For The Poor.

Whatever The State Saith Is A Lie; Whatever It Hath Is A Theft: All Is Counterfeit In It, The Gnawing, Sanguinary, Insatiate Monster.