Not Without A Shudder May The Human

Let No One Despair, Even Though In The Darkest Night The Last Star Of Hope May Disappear.

O God, How Lovely Still Is Life!

The Universe Is A Thought Of God.

Sentimental Poetry Differs From Naive Poetry In That It Relates The Real State At Which The Latter Stops To Ideas And Applies Ideas To That Reality.

As Freely As The Firmament Embraces The World, Or The Sun Pours Forth Impartially His Beams, So Mercy Must Encircle Both Friend And Foe.