Who Dares Nothing, Need Hope For Nothing.

Art Is The Right Hand Of Nature.

Culture, Far From Giving Us Freedom, Only Develops, As It Advances, New Necessities; The Fetters Of The Physical Close More Tightly Around Us, So That The Fear Of Loss Quenches Even The Ardent Impulse Toward Improvement, And The Maxims Of Passive Obedience Are Held To Be The Highest Wisdom Of Life.

Only The Soldier Is A Free Man, Because He Can Look Death In The Face.

I Know That We Often Tremble At An Empty Terror; Yet The False Fancy Brings A Real Misery.

Emulation Is A Noble And Just Passion, Full Of Appreciation.