What You Can Do, Or Think You

Who Enslaves Another's Manhood With Weak Human Power Alone, Lays A Heavier Yoke Of Bondage Thoughtlessly Upon His Own.

Love Grants In A Moment What Toil Can Hardly Achieve In An Age. [ger., In Einem Augenblick Gewahrt Die Liebe Was Muhe Kaum In Langer Zeit Erreicht.]

To Me The External Existence Of My Soul Is Proved From My Idea Of Activity. If I Work Incessantly Until My Death, Nature Will Give Me Another Form Of Existence When The Present Can No Longer Sustain My Spirit.

The Worst Is That The Very Hardest Thinking Will Not Bring Thoughts. They Must Come Like Good Children Of God And Cry, "here We Are." You Expend Effort And Energy Thinking Hard. Then, After You Have Given Up, They Come Sauntering In With Their Hands In Their Pockets. If The Effort Had Not Been Made To Open The Door, However, Who Knows When They Could Have Come.

The Mortal Race Is Far Too Weak Not To Grow Dizzy On Unwonted Brights.