I Am Not Omniscient, But I Know

What You Have Inherited From Your Forefathers, It Takes Work To Make It Your Own.

Modern Poets Mix Too Much Water With Their Ink. [ger., Neuere Poeten Thun Viel Wasser In Die Tinte.]

Voluntary Dependence Is The Wonderful Form Of Existence, And How Could That Be Possible Without Love?

Toleration Ought In Reality To Be Merely A Transitory Mood. It Must Lead To Recognition. To Tolerate Is To Affront.

One Errs As Long As One Strives.