What Saved Me Then? Nothing But Pregnancy.

Man Alone Resists The Direction Of Gravitation: He Constantly Wants To Fall--upwards.

The Slow Arrow Of Beauty. The Noblest Kind Of Beauty Is That Which Does Not Transport Us Suddenly, Which Does Not Make Stormy And Intoxicating Impressions Such A Kind Easily Arouses Disgust But That Which Slowly Filters Into Our Minds.

Our Destiny Rules Over Us, Even When We Are Not Yet Aware Of It; It Is The Future That Makes Laws For Our Today.

Sensuality Often Makes Love Grow Too Quickly, So That The Root Remains Weak And Is Easy To Pull Out.

The Beating Of Drums, Which Delights Young Writers Who Serve A Party, Sounds To Him Who Does Not Belong To The Party Line Like A Rattling Of Chains, And Excites Sympathy Rather Than Admiration.