Mysterious In The Light Of Day, Nature

We Cannot Too Soon Convince Ourselves How Easily We May Be Dispensed With In The World. What Important Personages We Imagine Ourselves To Be! We Think That We Alone Are The Life Of The Circle In Which We Move; In Our Absence, We Fancy That Life, Existence, Breath Will Come To A General Pause, And, Alas, The Gap Which We Leave Is Scarcely Perceptible, So Quickly Is It Filled Again; Nay, It Is Often The Place, If Not Of Something Better, At Least For Something More Agreeable.

A Noble Soul Alone Can Noble Souls Attract; And Knows Alone, As Ye, To Hold Them.

Superstition Is The Poetry Of Life.

He Who Cannot Draw On Three Thousand Years Is Living From Hand To Mouth.

A True German Can't Stand The French, Yet Willingly He Drinks Their Wines.