For A Strolling Damsel A Doubtful Reputation

Mastery Passes Often For Egotism.

The Web Of This World Is Woven Of Necessity And Chance. Woe To Him Who Has Accustomed Himself From His Youth Up To Find Something Necessary In What Is Capricious, And Who Would Ascribe Something Like Reason To Chance And Make A Religion Of Surrendering To It.

The Older I Get The More I Trust In The Law According To Which The Rose And The Lily Bloom.

Opponents Fancy They Refute Us When They Repeat Their Own Opinion And Pay No Attention To Ours.

My Days Are As Happy As Those Reserved By God For His Elect; And Whatever Be My Fate Hereafter, I Can Never Say That I Have Not Tasted Joy— The Purest Joy Of Life.