A Man's Manners Are A Mirror In

Die Mathematiker Sind Eine Art Franzosen. Spricht Man Zu Ihnen, So übersetzen Sie Alles In Ihre Eigene Sprache, Und So Wird Es Alsobald Etwas Ganz Anderes. Mathematicians Are A Kind Of Frenchmen. Whenever You Say Anything Or Talk To Them, They Translate It Into Their Own Language, And Right Away It Is Something Completely Different.

What A Torment It Is To See So Much Loveliness Passing And Repassing Before Us, And Yet Not Dare To Lay Hold Of It!

Someday Perhaps The Inner Light Will Shine Forth From Us, And The We'll Need No Other Light.

No Doubt You Are Right... There Would Be Far Less Suffering Amongst Mankind If Men... Did Not Employ Their Imaginations So Assiduously In Recalling The Memory Of Past Sorrow, Instead Of Bearing Their Present Lot With Equanimity.

The Decline In Literature Indicates A Decline In The Nation. The Two Keep Pace In Their Downward Tendency.