The Decline Of Literature Indicates The Decline

The Day Of Fortune Is Like A Harvest Day, We Must Be Busy When The Corn Is Ripe. [ger., Ein Tag Der Gunst Ist Wie Ein Tag Der Ernte, Man Muss Geschaftig Sein Sobald Sie Reift.]

Whatever Liberates Our Spirit, Without Also Giving Us Mastery Over Ourselves, Is Destructive.

We Eagerly Get Hold Of A Law That Serves As A Weapon To Our Passions.

The Misfortune In The State Is, That Nobody Can Enjoy Life In Peace, But That Everybody Must Govern; And In Art, That Nobody Will Enjoy What Has Been Produced, But That Every One Wants To Reproduce On His Own Account.

If The Whole World I Once Could See On Free Soil Stand, With The People Free Then To The Moment Might I Say, Linger Awhile. . .so Fair Thou Art.