Out Of My Great Sorrows, I Make

The Men Of Action Are, After All, Only The Unconscious Instruments Of The Men Of Thought.

God Will Pardon Me. It Is His Trade.

No Compass Has Ever Been Invented For The High Seas Of Matrimony.

No Talent, But Yet A Character. [ger., Kein Talent, Doch Ein Charakter.]

Everywhere That A Great Soul Gives Utterance To Its Thoughts, There Also Is A Golgotha.