The Earth Has Become Small, And On

Of All That Is Written, I Love Only What A Person Hath Written With His Blood.

How Can A Man Know Himself? He Is A Thing Dark And Veiled; And If The Hare Has Seven Skins, Man Can Slough Off Seventy Times Seven And Still Not Be Able To Say: "this Is Really You, This Is No Longer Outer Shell.

One Can Lie With The Mouth, But With The Accompanying Grimace One Nevertheless Tells The Truth.

Good Manners Disappear In Proportion As The Influence Of A Court And An Exclusive Aristocracy Lessens; This Decrease Can Be Plainly Observed From Decade To Decade By Those Who Have An Eye For Public Behavior, Which Grows Visibly.

Not Their Love Of Humanity, But The Impotence Of Their Love, Prevents The Christians Of Today - Burning Us.