He Who Humbles Himself Wants To Be

“evil Men Have No Songs.” How Is It, Then, That The Russians Have Songs?

We Would Not Let Ourselves Be Burned To Death For Our Opinions: We Are Not Sure Enough Of Them For That.

In The End We Are Always Rewarded For Our Good Will, Our Patience, Fair-mindedness, And Gentleness With What Is Strange.

We Have No Dreams At All Or Interesting Ones. We Should Learn To Be Awake The Same Way- Not At All Or In An Interesting Manner

Our Faith In Others Betrays That We Would Rather Have Faith In Ourselves. Our Longing For A Friend Is Our Betrayer. And Often With Our Love We Want Merely To Overcome Envy. And Often We Attack And Make Ourselves Enemies, To Conceal That We Are Vulnerable.