Every Great Idea Exerts, On First Appearing,

Ill-humor Is Nothing More Than An Inward Feeling Of Our Own Want Of Merit, A Dissatisfaction With Ourselves Which Is Always United With An Envy That Foolish Vanity Excites.

What Must The English And French Think Of The Language Of Our Philosophers When We Germans Do Not Understand It Ourselves?

New Inventions Can And Will Be Made; However, Nothing New Can Be Thought Of That Concerns Moral Man. Everything Has Already Been Thought And Said Which At Best We Can Express In Different Forms And Give New Expressions To.

Where The Light Is Brightest, The Shadows Are Deepest.

We Usually Lose Today, Because There Has Been A Yesterday, And Tomorrow Is Coming.