I Was Oppressed With The Sensations I

It Is Bad Governments, Not Bad People, Who Cause Revolutions.

Colors Are Light's Suffering And Joy

Talent Is Nurtured In Solitude; Character Is Formed In The Stormy Billows Of The World. [ger., Es Bildet Ein Talent Sich In Der Stille, Sich Ein Charakter In Dem Strom Der Welt.]

Truth Is A Torch, But A Terrific One; Therefore We All Try To Reach It With Closed Eyes, Lest We Should Be Scorched.

Nothing Is More Disgusting Than The Majority: Because It Consists Of A Few Powerful Predecessors, Of Rogues Who Adapt Themselves, Of Weak Who Assimilate Themselves, And The Masses Who Imitate Without Knowing At All What They Want.