There Is No Pre-established Harmony Between The

Pain Makes Hens And Poets Cackle.

Foolish Is My Happiness, And Foolish Things Will It Speak: It Is Still Too Young—so Have Patience With It!

Was Aus Liebe Getan Wird, Geschieht Immer Jenseits Von Gut Und Böse. (what Is Done Out Of Love Always Takes Place Beyond Good And Evil.)

Idleness Is The Parent Of Psychology.

The Living Is A Species Of The Dead; And Not A Very Attractive One.