What Is Fruitful Alone Is True.

There Is Nothing More Fearful Than Imagination Without Taste. [ger., Es Ist Nichts Furchterlicher Als Einbildungskraft Ohne Geschmack.]

The Heights Charm Us, But The Steps Do Not; With The Mountain In Our View We Love To Walk The Plains.

The Desire To Explain What Is Simple By What Is Complex, What Is Easy By What Is Difficult, Is A Calamity.

The Child, Offered The Mother's Breast, Will Not In The Beginning Grab It; But Soon It Clings To It With Zest. And Thus At Wisdom's Copious Breasts You'll Drink Each Day With Greater Zest.

How Marvelous, Wide And Broad Is My Inheritance! Time Is My Property, My Estate Is Time.