Miracle Is The Pet Child Of Faith.

I Curse All Negative Purism That Tells Me Not To Use A Word From Another Language That Either Expresses Something That My Own Language Cannot Or Does That In A More Delicate Manner.

Writing Is Busy Idleness.

I Come More And More To The Conclusion That One Must Take The Side Of The Minority Which Is Always The More Intelligent One.

Man, Be He Who He May, Experiences A Last Piece Of Good Fortune And A Last Day. [ger., Der Mensch Erfahrt, Er Sei Auch Wer Er Mag, Ein Letztes Gluck Und Einen Letzten Tag.]

The Spectacle Of Nature Is Always New, For She Is Always Renewing The Spectators. Life Is Her Most Exquisite Invention; And Death Is Her Expert Contrivance To Get Plenty Of Life.