The Mortal Race Is Far Too Weak

Beauty Is A Primeval Phenomenon, Which Itself Never Makes Its Appearance, But The Reflection Of Which Is Visible In A Thousand Different Utterances Of The Creative Mind, And Is As Various As Nature Herself.

Whatever You Cannot Understand, You Cannot Possess.

Everything In The World May Be Endured Except Continual Prosperity.

The Eternal Feminine Draws Us On High.

All That Is Noble Is In Itself Of A Quiet Nature, And Appears To Sleep Until It Is Aroused And Summoned Forth By Contrast.