Out Of My Great Sorrows, I Make

Thought Is Invisible Nature.

No Compass Has Ever Been Invented For The High Seas Of Matrimony.

Ich Glaube Sogar, Durch Leidensk A« Mpfe K O« Nnten Dietiere Zu Menschen Werden. I Believe That By Suffering Even Animals Could Be Made Human.

The Men Of Action Are, After All, Only The Unconscious Instruments Of The Men Of Thought.

Out Of My Great Sorrows, I Make Little Songs.