No Heroine Can Create A Hero Through

The German Language Is The Organ Among The Languages.

Men, Like Bullets, Go Farthest When They Are Smoothest.

Fancy Rules Over Two Thirds Of The Universe, The Past, And Future, While Reality Is Confined To The Present

Joys Are Our Wings, Sorrows Our Spurs.

Man Has Here Two And A Half Minutes-one To Smile, One To Sigh, And A Half To Love: For In The Midst Of This Minute He Dies.