Idleness Is The Parent Of Psychology.

When I Contemplated Purpose I Also Contemplated Chance And Foolishness.

But Every Soil Becomes Finally Exhausted, And The Ploughshare Of Evil Must Always Come Once More.

One Must Learn To Be A Sponge If One Wants To Be Loved By Hearts That Overflow.

Everything Goes, Everything Comes Back; Eternally Rolls The Wheel Of Being. Everything Dies, Everything Blossoms Again; Eternally Runs The Year Of Being. Everything Breaks, Everything Is Joined Anew; Eternally The Same House Of Being Is Built. Everything Parts, Everything Greets Every Other Thing Again; Eternally The Ring Of Being Remains Faithful To Itself. In Every Now, Being Begins; Round Every Here Rolls The Sphere There. The Center Is Everywhere. Bent Is The Path Of Eternity.

The Inability To Lie Is Far From The Love Of Truth.