The Woman-soul Leadeth Us Upward And On!

If You Want To Understand Poetry, You Have To Go To Its Origin, If You Want To Understand The Poet, You Have To Go To The Poet's Home.

What Sort Of God Would It Be, Who Only Pushed From Without.

Certain Faults Are Necessary For The Existence Of The Individual. We Would Resent It If Old Friends Were To Get Rid Of Certain Peculiarities.

Our Virtues And View Spring From One Root.

You Shall Abstain, Shall Abstain. That Is The Eternal Song.