Thinking Is More Interesting Than Knowing, But

At All Times It Has Not Been The Age, But Individuals Alone, Who Have Worked For Knowledge. It Was The Age Which Put Socrates To Death By Poison, The Age Which Burnt Huss. The Ages Have Always Remained Alike.

The World Is So Full Of Simpletons And Madmen, That One Need Not Seek Them In A Madhouse.

Nature Has Neither Kernel Nor Shell

Love Has The Tendency Of Pressing Together All The Lights - All The Rays Emitted From The Beloved Object By The Burning-glass Of Fantasy, - Into One Focus, And Making Of Them One Radiant Sun Without Any Spots.

We Are Our Own Devils; We Drive Ourselves Out Of Our Edens.