Pitch-black Winter Nights Live In My Bones.

Man's Maturity: To Have Regained The Seriousness That He Had As A Child At Play.

When One Has Finished Building One's House, One Suddenly Realizes That In The Process One Has Learned Something That One Really Needed To Know In The Worst Way - Before One Began.

What We Call Truths Are Just Those Errors That We Cannot Give Up.

Full Is The Earth Of The Superfluous; Marred Is Life By The Many-too-many. May They Be Decoyed Out Of This Life By The "life Eternal"!

Moral Sensibilities Are Nowadays At Such Cross-purposes That To One Man A Morality Is Proved By Its Utility, While To Another Its Utility Refutes It.