Colour Itself Is A Degree Of Darkness.

To Blow Is Not To Play On The Flute; You Must Move The Fingers. [ger., Blasen Ist Nicht Floten, Ihr Musst Die Finger Bewegen.]

Whatever Liberates Our Spirit, Without Also Giving Us Mastery Over Ourselves, Is Destructive.

Since You Know Me And My Destiny Only Too Well, You Probably Also Know What Attracts Me To All Unfortunate People.

He Who Cannot Love Must Learn To Flatter.

The Written Word Has This Advantage, That It Lasts And Can Await The Time When It Is Allowed To Take Effect.