The Mortal Race Is Far Too Weak

The Destiny Of Any Nation At Any Given Time Depends On The Opinion Of Its Young People, Those Under Twenty-five.

My Poor Head Is In Such A Whirl, My Mind Is All In Bits.

Classicism Is Health, Romanticisim Is Sickness.

If I Work Incessantly To The Last, Nature Owes Me Another Form Of Existence When The Present One Collapses.

Men Are So Constituted That Every One Undertakes What He Sees Another Successful In, Whether He Has Aptitude For It Or Not.