Hatred Is Something Peculiar. You Will Always

Give Me Those Days With Heart In Riot, The Depths Of Bliss That Touched On Pain, The Force Of Hate, And Love's Disquiet- Ah, Give Me Back My Youth Again!

For To Give Is The Business Of The Rich. [lat., Denn Geben Ist Sache Des Reichen.]

If There Is Confusion In Your Head And In Your Heart, What More Do You Want! A Man Who No Longer Loves And No Longer Errs Should Have Himself Buried Straight Away.

We Can't Form Our Children On Our Own Concepts; We Must Take Them And Love Them As God Gives Them To Us.

Tolerance Comes Of Age. I See No Fault Committed That I Myself Could Not Have Committed At Some Time Or Other.