In Politics As On A Sickbed Men

There Are Men Who Never Err, Because They Never Propose Anything Rational.

Everything Perfect In Its Kind Has To Transcend Its Own Kind, It Must Become Something Different And Incomparable. In Some Notes The Nightingale Is Still A Bird; Then It Rises Above Its Class And Seems To Suggest To Every Winged Creature What Singing Is Truly Like.

Hatred Is Active, And Envy Passive Dislike; There Is But One Step From Envy To Hate.

I Do Not Speak Of What I Cannot Praise.

A State Of True And Universal Tolerance Is Best Ensured By Leaving Alone The Peculiarities Of Men And Peoples.