We Will Burn That Bridge When We

Truth Is A Torch, But A Huge One, And So It Is Only With Blinking Eyes What We All Of Us Try To Get Past It, In Actual Terror Of Being Burnt.

For A Strolling Damsel A Doubtful Reputation Bears. [ger., Denn Ein Wanderndes Madchen Ist Immer Von Schwankendem Rufe.]

Love Is An Ideal Thing, Marriage A Real Thing; A Confusion Of The Real With The Ideal Never Goes Unpunished.

Alas, I Have Studied Philosophy, The Law As Well As Medicine, And To My Sorrow, Theology; Studied Them Well With Ardent Zeal, Yet Here I Am, A Wretched Fool, No Wiser Than I Was Before.

Talent Is Nurtured In Solitude; Character Is Formed In The Stormy Billows Of The World.