Every Talent Must Unfold Itself In Fighting.

Every Virtue Inclines To Stupidity, Every Stupidity To Virtue; "stupid To The Point Of Sanctity," They Say In Russia, - Let Us Be Careful Lest Out Of Pure Honesty We Eventually Become Saints And Bores!

You Have Your Way. I Have My Way. As For The Right Way, The Correct Way, And The Only Way, It Does Not Exist.

When Asses Are Needed.- You Will Never Get The Crowd To Cry Hosanna Until You Ride Into Town On An Ass.

Out Of Damp And Gloomy Days, Out Of Solitude, Out Of Loveless Words Directed At Us, Conclusions Grow Up In Us Like Fungus: One Morning They Are There, We Know Not How, And They Gaze Upon Us, Morose And Gray. Woe To The Thinker Who Is Not The Gardener But Only The Soil Of The Plants That Grow In Him.

How Much Beer Is In German Intelligence?