Love Of Truth Shows Itself In This,

I Wish The Crowd To Feel Itself Well Treated, Especially Since It Lives And Lets Me Live.

If You Must Tell Me Your Opinions, Tell Me What You Believe In. I Have Plenty Of Doubts Of My Own.

Our Destiny Often Looks Like A Fruit-tree In Winter. Who Would Think From Its Pitiable Aspect That Those Rigid Boughs, Those Rough Twigs Could Next Spring Again Be Green, Bloom, And Even Bear Fruit? Yet We Hope It, We Know It.

Truth Is A Torch, But A Huge One, And So It Is Only With Blinking Eyes What We All Of Us Try To Get Past It, In Actual Terror Of Being Burnt.

It Is Unpleasant To Miss Even The Most Trifling Thing To Which We Have Been Accustomed.