By Seeking And Blundering We Learn.

We Have Time Enough If We But Use It Aright

If Everyone Sweeps Before His Own Front Door, Then The Street Is Clean.

I Do Not Speak Of What I Cannot Praise.

We All Walk In Mysteries. We Are Surrounded By An Atmosphere About Which We Still Know Nothing At All.

Man Can Only Endure A Certain Degree Of Unhappiness; What Is Beyond That Either Annihilates Him Or Passes By Him And Leaves Him Apathetic