Deny Yourself! You Must Deny Yourself! That

War Is In Truth A Disease In Which The Juices That Serve Health And Maintenance Are Used For The Sole Purpose Of Nourishing Something Foreign, Something At Odds With Nature.

There Is No Outward Sign Of True Courtesy That Does Not Rest On A Deep Moral Foundation.

A Talent Can Be Cultivated In Tranquility; A Character Only In The Rushing Stream Of Life.

This Being Busied With Thoughts Of Immortality Is For The Noble Classes And Especially For Women With Nothing To Do. A Solid Person, Though, Someone Who Already Intends To Be Something Worthy Here, And Who Therefore Has To Strive Daily, Has To Struggle And Work, Gives The World To Come A Rest.

To The Man Of Thought Almost Nothing Is Really Ridiculous.