There Is No Patriotic Art.

Self-love Exaggerates Our Faults As Well As Our Virtues.

Do People Conform To The Instructions Of Us Old Ones? Each Thinks He Must Know Best About Himself, And Thus Many Are Lost Entirely.

What Makes People Happy Is Activity; Changing Evil Itself Into Good By Power, Working In A God Like Manner.

To Live As One Likes Is Plebian The Noble Man Aspires To Order And Law.

All Theory, Dear Friend, Is Gray, But The Golden Tree Of Life Springs Ever Green.