The Real Genres: Good And Bad.

I Know How Ingratitude Burns, How Falsehood Tortures, For I Have Been Deceived In Friendship And In Love; I Have Learned To Lose And To Resign Myself.

In The Long Run, Only Woman Remains True To Mankind's Foremost Mission. Whatever She Achieves, She Achieves Through Herself, And Alone. Man's Master Is The--public.

The Way In Which Modern German Poetry Follows Theories Reminds Me Of Pupils Who, Scolded By Their Teacher For Their Insubordination, Justify Themselves By Saying That They Invented New Rules Of Propriety According To Which They Are Quite Well- Behaved.

I Notice Well That One Stray Step From The Habitual Path Leads Irresistibly Into A New Direction. Life Moves Forward, It Never Reverses Its Course.

In Certain Countries, People Seem To Be Think That Three Asses Together Make One Intelligent Person. However, That Is Completely Wrong. Several Asses In Concreto Make The Ass In Abstracto And That Is A Most Terrifying Animal.