No Skill Or Art Is Needed To

Our Earthly Ball A Peopled Garden.

A Mathematician Is Only Perfect Insofar As He Is A Perfect Man, Sensitive To The Beauty Of Truth.

Happy Contractedness Of Youth, Nay, Of Mankind In General, That They Think Neither Of The High Nor The Deep, Of The True Nor The False, But Only Of What Is Suited To Their Own Conceptions.

Every Man Must Form Himself As A Particular Being, Seeking, However, To Attain That General Idea Of Which All Mankind Are Constituents.

Certain Flaws Are Necessary For The Whole. It Would Seem Strange If Old Friends Lacked Certain Quirks.