There Is A Courtesy Of The Heart;

The Human Race Is A Monotonous Affair. Most People Spend The Greatest Part Of Their Time Working In Order To Live, And What Little Freedom Remains So Fills Them With Fear That They Seek Out Any And Every Means To Be Rid Of It.

It Is Easier To Perceive Error Than To Find Truth, For The Former Lies On The Surface And Is Easily Seen, While The Latter Lies In The Depth, Where Few Are Willing To Search For It.

One Must Be Something, In Order To Do Something.

The Eternal Female Draws Us Onward.

The Mortal Race Is Far Too Weak Not To Grow Dizzy On Unwonted Brights. [ger., Das Sterbliche Geschlecht Ist Viel Zu Schwach In Ungewohnter Hohe Nicht Zu Schwindeln.]