Oh God, How Do The World And

Every Man Must Form Himself As A Particular Being, Seeking, However, To Attain That General Idea Of Which All Mankind Are Constituents.

He Alone Deserves Liberty And Life Who Daily Must Win Them Anew.

So Dear Night The Half Of Life Is, And The Fairest Half Indeed.

Writing Is Busy Idleness.

Truth Is A Torch, But A Huge One, And So It Is Only With Blinking Eyes What We All Of Us Try To Get Past It, In Actual Terror Of Being Burnt.