The Dangers Of Life Are Infinite, And

We Have Time Enough If We But Use It Aright

What Man Does Not Know, Or Has Not Thought Of, Wanders In The Night Through The Labyrinth Of The Mind.

Hypotheses Are Lullabies For Teachers To Sing Their Students To Sleep.

The Rabble Also Vent Their Rage In Words. [ger., Es Macht Das Volk Sich Auch Mit Worten Lust.]

Hatred Is Partial, But Love Is Still More So.