Hatred Is A Heavy Burden. It Sinks

Democracy Does Not Race, It Reaches The Finish Slowly But Surely.

The Evil One Has Left, The Evil Ones Remain. [ger., Den Bosen Sind Sie Los, Die Bosen Sind Geblieben.]

Ah, How Often I've Cursed Those Foolish Pages, That Showed My Youthful Sufferings To Everyone! If Werther Had Been My Brother, And I'd Killed Him, His Sad Ghost Could Hardly Have Persecuted Me More.

Art Is A Mediator Of The Unspeakable.

The Older I Get The More I Trust In The Law According To Which The Rose And The Lily Bloom.