The Smallest Hair Throws Its Shadow. [ger.,

By Nature We Have No Defect That Could Not Become A Strength, No Strength That Could Not Become A Defect.

I Nothing Had, And Yet Enough For Youth--joy In Illusion, Ardent Thirst For Truth. Give Unrestrained, The Old Emotion, The Bliss That Touched The Verge Of Pain, The Strength Of Hate, Love's Deep Devotion,--o, Give Me Back My Youth Again!

Woman Is Mistress Of The Art Of Completely Imbittering The Life Of The Person On Whom She Depends.

To Blow Is Not To Play On The Flute; You Must Move The Fingers. [ger., Blasen Ist Nicht Floten, Ihr Musst Die Finger Bewegen.]

But When All Is Said, The Greatest Art Is To Limit And Isolate Oneself.