There Is A Courtesy Of The Heart;

War Is In Truth A Disease In Which The Juices That Serve Health And Maintenance Are Used For The Sole Purpose Of Nourishing Something Foreign, Something At Odds With Nature.

The Finished Man, You Know, Is Difficult To Please; A Growing Mind Will Ever Show You Gratitude. --faust 1, Lines 182-3

Science And Art Belong To The Whole World, And Before Them Vanish The Barriers Of Nationality.

I Am Fully Convinced That The Soul Is Indestructible, And Its Activity Will Continue Through Eternity.

How Can One Learn To Know Oneself? Never By Introspection, Rather By Action.