The German Language Is The Organ Among

Poverty Is The Only Load Which Is The Heavier The More Loved Ones There Are To Assist In Bearing It.

We Learn Our Virtues From Our Friends Who Love Us; Our Faults From The Enemy Who Hates Us. We Cannot Easily Discover Our Real Character From A Friend. He Is A Mirror, On Which The Warmth Of Our Breath Impedes The Clearness Of The Reflection.

It Is Not Great, But Little Good-haps That Make Up Happiness.

The Look Of A King Is Itself A Deed.

Strong Characters Are Brought Out By Change Of Situation, And Gentle Ones By Permanence.