We Are Pantheists When We Study Nature,

Nothing Is True, But That Which Is Simple.

Know'st Thou Yesterday, Its Aim And Reason? Work'st Thou Will Today For Worthier Things? Then Calmly Wait The Morrow's Hidden Season, And Fear Thou Not, What Hap Soe'er It Brings

I Am Fully Convinced That The Soul Is Indestructible, And Its Activity Will Continue Through Eternity.

Whoever Gives Himself Up To Solitude, Ah! He Is Soon Alone.

The Highest Happiness, The Purest Joys Of Life, Wear Out At Last.