What You Desire When Young, You Have

Talent Is Nurtured In Solitude; Character Is Formed In The Stormy Billows Of The World.

Truth Is Contrary To Our Nature, Not So Error, And This For A Very Simple Reason: Truth Demands That We Should Recognize Ourselves As Limited, Error Flatters Us That, In One Way Or Another, We Are Unlimited.

My Peace Is Gone, My Heart Is Heavy. [ger., Meine Ruh Ist Hin, Mein Herz Ist Schwer.]

A Man Doesn't Learn To Understand Anything Unless He Loves It.

Sweet Moonlight, Shining Full And Clear, Why Do You Light My Torture Here? How Often Have You Seen Me Toil, Burning Last Drops Of Midnight Oil. On Books And Papers As I Read, My Friend, Your Mournful Light You Shed. If Only I Could Flee This Den And Walk The Mountain-tops Again, Through Moonlit Meadows Make My Way, In Mountain Caves With Spirits Play - Released From Learning's Musty Cell, Your Healing Dew Would Make Me Well!