Blood Is A Very Special Juice.

Wild Dreams Torment Me As I Lie. And Though A God Lives In My Heart, Though All My Power Waken At His Word, Though He Can Move My Every Inmost Part - Yet Nothing In The Outer World Is Stirred. Thus By Existence Tortured And Oppressed I Crave For Death, I Long For Rest.

Once More I Am A Wanderer, A Pilgrim, Through The World. But What Else Are You?

Too Many Parents Make Life Hard For Their Children By Trying, Too Zealously, To Make It Easy For Them.

Is It Life, I Ask, Is It Even Prudence, To Bore Thyself And Bore The Students?

You Must Be Either The Servant Or The Master, The Hammer Or The Anvil.