Stones Are Mute Teachers; They Silence The

Every Author In Some Way Portrays Himself In His Works, Even If It Be Against His Will.

Nothing Is More Disgusting Than The Majority: Because It Consists Of A Few Powerful Predecessors, Of Rogues Who Adapt Themselves, Of Weak Who Assimilate Themselves, And The Masses Who Imitate Without Knowing At All What They Want.

Is Not The Core Of Nature In The Heart Of Man?

Age Childish Makes, They Say, But 'tis Not True; We're Only Genuine Children Still In Age's Season. [ger., Das Alter Macht Nicht Kindisch, Wie Man Spricht, Es Findet Uns Nur Noch Als Wahre Kinder.]

Whatever Necessity Lays Upon Thee, Endure; Whatever She Commands, Do.