When I Make A Mistake Everyone Can

Money Lost, Something Lost. Honor Lost, Much Lost. Courage Lost, Everything Lost-better You Were Never Born

The Poet Should Seize The Particular, And He Should, If There Be Anything Sound In It, Thus Represent The Universal.

The World Of Reason Is To Be Regarded As A Great And Immortal Being, Who Ceaselessly Works Out What Is Necessary, And So Makes Himself Lord Also Over What Is Accidental.

Every Person Above The Ordinary Has A Certain Mission That They Are Called To Fulfill.

What We Agree With Leaves Us Inactive, But Contradiction Makes Us Productive.