Whatever Is Gold Does Not Glitter. A

One Hears But One Does Not Seek; One Takes -- One Does Not Ask Who Gives; A Thought Flashes Up Like Lightning, It Comes Of Necessity And Unfalteringly Formed.

Give Me Today, For Once, The Worst Throw Of Your Dice, Destiny. Today I Transmute Everything Into Gold.

What Is Happening To Me Happens To All Fruits That Grow Ripe. It Is The Honey In My Veins That Makes My Blood Thicker, And My Soul Quieter.

Whoever Has Character Also Has His Typical Experience, Which Returns Over And Over Again.

The Life Of The Enemy . Whoever Lives For The Sake Of Combating An Enemy Has An Interest In The Enemy's Staying Alive.