You Do Not Believe, You Only Believe

May All The Stars Hang Bright Above Her Dwelling, Silent As Though They Watched The Sleeping Earth!

Never Pursue Literature As A Trade.

The River Rhine, It Is Well Known, Doth Wash Your City Of Cologne; But Tell Me, Nymphs! What Power Divine Shall Henceforth Wash The River Rhine?

The Man Hath Penance Done, And Penance More Will Do.

The Whole Faculties Of Man Must Be Exerted In Order To Call Forth Noble Energies; And He Who Is Not Earnestly Sincere Lives In But Half His Being, Self-mutilated, Self-paralyzed.