The World Sees Only The Reflection Of

Wild Dreams Torment Me As I Lie. And Though A God Lives In My Heart, Though All My Power Waken At His Word, Though He Can Move My Every Inmost Part - Yet Nothing In The Outer World Is Stirred. Thus By Existence Tortured And Oppressed I Crave For Death, I Long For Rest.

The Assault Of Our Enemies Is Not Part Of Our Life; It Is Only Part Of Our Experience; We Throw It Off And Guard Ourselves Against It As Against Frost, Storm, Rain, Hail, Or Any Other Of The External Evils Which May Be Expected To Happen.

If Everyone Sweeps Before His Own Front Door, Then The Street Is Clean.

What Is The True Test Of Character Unless It Be Its Progressive Development In The Bustle And Turmoil, In The Action And Reaction Of Daily Life.

Nothing Will Change The Fact That I Cannot Produce The Least Thing Without Absolute Solitude.