The Soul Of The Christian Religion Is

The Fine Emotions Whence Our Lives We Mold Lie In The Earthly Tumult Dumb And Cold.

One Is Never Satisfied With A Portrait Of Persons Whom One Knows. That Is Why I Have Always Pitied Portraitists. One Demands So Seldom Of Others The Impossible, But Demands Just That Of The Portraitists.

Sing It Not In Mournful Numbers.

None Are So Hopelessly Enslaved, As Those Who Falsely Believe They Are Free. The Truth Has Been Kept From The Depth Of Their Minds By Masters Who Rule Them With Lies. They Feed Them On Falsehoods Till Wrong Looks Like Right In Their Eyes.

The Important Thing Is Not To Know More Than All Men, But To Know More At Each Moment Than Any Particular Man.