Nowadays People Are Born To Find Fault.

Nothing Is So Often And So Irrevocably Missed As The Opportunity Which Crops Up Daily.

With Our Parents We Bury Our Past, With Our Children Our Future.

Not Every Great Man Is A Grand Human Being.

In Meeting Again After A Separation, Acquaintances Ask After Our Outward Life, Friends After Our Inner Life.

There Are Very Few Honest Friends--the Demand Is Not Particularly Great.