Every Man Has A Rainy Corner Of

The German Language Is The Organ Among The Languages.

Flowers Never Emit So Sweet And Strong A Fragrance As Before A Storm. When A Storm Approaches Thee, Be As Fragrant As A Sweet-smelling Flower.

Because The Heart Beats Under A Covering Of Hair, Of Fur, Feathers, Or Wings, It Is, For That Reason, To Be Of No Account?

Art Is Indeed Not The Bread But The Wine Of Life.

If Self-knowledge Is The Road To Virtue, So Is Virtue Still More The Road To Self-knowledge.