Speaking Is A Beautiful Folly; With That

Invisible Threads Are The Strongest Ties.

Every Week We Ought To Have One Hour For Recieving Letters, Then Go Take A Bath.

The Love Of Truth Has Its Reward In Heaven And Even On Earth.

He Who Has Attained The Freedom Of Reason To Any Extent Cannot, For A Long Time, Regard Himself Otherwise Than As A Wanderer On The Face Of The Earth - And Not Even As A Traveler Towards A Final Goal, For There Is No Such Thing. But He Certainly Wants To Observe And Keep His Eyes Open To Whatever Actually Happens In The World; Therefore He Cannot Attach His Heart Too Firmly To Anything Individual; He Must Have In Himself Something Wandering That Takes Pleasure In Change And Transitoriness.

Blessed Are The Sleepy Ones: For They Shall Soon Drop Off.