Our Work Can Never Be Better Than

Age Continually Alters The Faces Of Those Who Think Or Study, And So Their Portraits Differ From One Another And Don't Even Resemble Them For Very Long. I Dream So Much And Live So Little That I'm Sometimes Only Three Years Old. But The Next Day I'm Three Hundred, If The Dream Has Been Sombre.

We Must Have A Passion In Life.

There Is Only One Sex. A Man And A Woman Are So Entirely The Same Thing That One Can Scarcely Understand The Subtle Reasons For Sex Distinctions With Which Our Minds Are Filled.

It Is Quite Wrong To Think Of Old Age As A Downward Slope. On The Contrary, One Climbs Higher And Higher With The Ad-vancing Years, And That, Too With Sur-prising Strides. Brain-work Comes As Easily To The Old As Physical Exertion To The Child. One Is Moving, It Is True, Towards The End Of Life, But That End Is Now A Goal, And Not A Reef In Which The Vessel May Be Dashed.

The Mind Has No Sex.