All Things Are Only Transitory.

Sometimes Our Fate Resembles A Fruit Tree In Winter. Who Would Think That Those Branches Would Turn Green Again And Blossom, But We Hope It, We Know It.

Difficulties Increase The Nearer We Get To The Goal.

Nothing Is Worse Than Active Ignorance.

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

If One Has Not Read The Newspapers For Some Months And Then Reads Them All Together, One Sees, As One Never Saw Before, How Much Time Is Wasted With This Kind Of Literature.