Many Said Selfishness Was The Flaw Of

Gold Is The Gift Of Vanity And Common Pride, But Flowers Are The Gift Of Love And Friendship.

What Raises Great Poetry Above All Else--it Is The Entire Person And Also The Entire World.

I Notice Well That One Stray Step From The Habitual Path Leads Irresistibly Into A New Direction. Life Moves Forward, It Never Reverses Its Course.

It's The Misfortune Of German Authors That Not A Single One Of Them Dares To Expose His True Character. Everyone Thinks That He Has To Be Better Than He Is.

I Look Around Me And Nowhere Do I See A Stamp Of Disapproval With Which Nature Marked A Woman's Candid Brow.