Stones Are Mute Teachers; They Silence The

The History Of Science Is Science Itself; The History Of The Individual, The Individual.

Ah, How Often I've Cursed Those Foolish Pages, That Showed My Youthful Sufferings To Everyone! If Werther Had Been My Brother, And I'd Killed Him, His Sad Ghost Could Hardly Have Persecuted Me More.

And We Went Our Separate Ways Without Having Understood Each Other. As In This World Nobody Understands The Other Easily.

Choose Well. Your Choice Is Brief, And Yet Endless.

Strike The Dog Dead, It's But A Critic!