Words Are Mere Sound And Smoke, Dimming

One Is Never Satisfied With The Portrait Of A Person That One Knows.

And We Went Our Separate Ways Without Having Understood Each Other. As In This World Nobody Understands The Other Easily.

This Being Busied With Thoughts Of Immortality Is For The Noble Classes And Especially For Women With Nothing To Do. A Solid Person, Though, Someone Who Already Intends To Be Something Worthy Here, And Who Therefore Has To Strive Daily, Has To Struggle And Work, Gives The World To Come A Rest.

Beware Of Dissipating Your Powers; Strive Constantly To Concentrate Them.

Such Is The Frailty Of Man That Even Where He Makes The Truest And Most Forcible Impression In The Memory, In The Heart Of His Beloved, There Also He Must Perish.