What In Us The Women Leave Uncultivated,

We Must Always Change, Renew, Rejuvenate Ourselves; Otherwise, We Harden.

Woe To Him Who Would Ascribe Something Like Reason To Chance, And Make A Religion Of Surrendering To It.

Oh God, How Do The World And Heavens Confine Themselves, When Our Hearts Tremble In Their Own Barriers!

The First And Last Thing Required Of Genius Is The Love Of Truth. [ger., Das Erste Und Letzte, Was Vom Genie Gefordert Wird, Ist Wahreits-liebe.]

What Man Does Not Know, Or Has Not Thought Of, Wanders In The Night Through The Labyrinth Of The Mind.