I Wait For The Morning Of My

The Little Man Is Still A Man.

Whoever Strenuously Endeavors, Him We Can Rescue.

People Are Always Talking About Originality, But What Do They Mean? As Soon As We Are Born, The World Begins To Work Upon Us, And This Goes On To The End.

I Can Promise To Be Sincere, But I Cannot Promise To Be Impartial.

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