Superstition Is Part Of The Poetry Of

Error Is To Truth As Sleep Is To Waking. I Have Observed That One Turns, As If Refreshed, From Error Back To Truth.

Human Life Runs Its Course In The Metamorphosis Between Receiving And Giving.

The Child, Offered The Mother's Breast, Will Not In The Beginning Grab It; But Soon It Clings To It With Zest. And Thus At Wisdom's Copious Breasts You'll Drink Each Day With Greater Zest.

I Do Not Speak Of What I Cannot Praise.

I Am Part Of The Part That Once Was Everything, Part Of The Darkness Which Gave Birth To Light… Mephistopheles, From Faust.