Superstition Is Part Of The Poetry Of

Like The Star That Shines Afar, Without Haste And Without Rest, Let Each One Wheel With Steady Sway Round The Task That Rules The Day, And Do Their Best.

Against Great Advantages In Another, There Are No Means Of Defending Ourselves Except Love.

The Universal Subjugator, The Commonplace.

The Way You See People Is The Way You Treat Them, And The Way You Treat Them Is What They Become.

The Smallest Hair Throws Its Shadow. [ger., Das Kleinste Harr Wirft Seinen Schatten.]