Seldom In The Business And Transactions Of

We See Only What We Know.

Wild Dreams Torment Me As I Lie. And Though A God Lives In My Heart, Though All My Power Waken At His Word, Though He Can Move My Every Inmost Part - Yet Nothing In The Outer World Is Stirred. Thus By Existence Tortured And Oppressed I Crave For Death, I Long For Rest.

The Brilliant Passes, Like The Dew At Morn; The True Endures, For Ages Yet Unborn.

To Know Where A Thing Is We Must Have Found It.

Whoever Wishes To Keep A Secret Must Hide The Fact That He Possesses One.