A Useless Life Is An Early Death.

The Evil One Has Left, The Evil Ones Remain. [ger., Den Bosen Sind Sie Los, Die Bosen Sind Geblieben.]

The Most Difficult Thing Is What Is Thought To Be The Simplest; To Really See The Things Which Are Before Your Eyes.

One's Roused By This, Another Finds That Fit: Each Loves The Play For What He Brings To It.

For What One Has In Black And White, One Can Carry Home In Comfort.

It Is The Great Triumph Of Genius To Make The Common Appear Novel.