Come My Little One, And Give Me

A Useless Life Is An Early Death.

Of All Thieves, Fools Are The Worst; They Rob You Of Time And Temper.

Are We Not Also Married To Conscience Which We Would Love To Get Rid Of Often Enough Since It Is More Bothersome Than A Man Or A Woman Ever Could Become?

The World Is So Empty If One Thinks Only Of Mountains, Rivers And Cities; But To Know Someone Who Thinks And Feels With Us, And Who, Though Distant, Is Close To Us In Spirit, This Makes The Earth For Us An Inhabited Garden.

Yet Through Delivery Orators Succeed, I Feel That I Am Far Behind Indeed. [ger., Allein Der Vortrag Macht Des Redners Gluck, Ich Fuhl Es Wohl Noch Bin Ich Weit Zuruck.]