Man Errs As Long As He Strives.

Writing Is Busy Idleness.

What You Have Inherited From Your Fathers, Earn Over Again For Yourselves, Or It Will Not Be Yours.

There Are Three Classes Of Readers; Some Enjoy Without Judgment; Others Judge Without Enjoyment; And Some There Are Who Judge While They Enjoy, And Enjoy While They Judge. The Latter Class Reproduces The Work Of Art On Which It Is Engaged. Its Numbers Are Very Small.

And Future Deeds Crowded Round Us As The Countless Stars In The Night. [ger., Und Kunftige Thaten Drangen Wie Die Sterne Rings Um Uns Her Unzahlig Aus Der Nacht.]

And What Does Really Matter? That Is Easy: Thinking And Doing, Doing And Thinking--and These Are The Sum Of All Wisdom. . . . Both Must Move Ever Onward In Life, To And Fro, Like Breathing In And Breathing Out.