To Think Is Easy. To Act Is

My Peace Is Gone, My Heart Is Heavy. [ger., Meine Ruh Ist Hin, Mein Herz Ist Schwer.]

There Is Nothing Outside Of Us That Is Not At The Same Time In Us, And As The External World Has Its Colors The Eye, Too, Has Colors.

Talk Well Of The Absent Whenever You Have The Opportunity.

Must It Ever Be Thus-that The Source Of Our Happiness Must Also Be The Fountain Of Our Misery? The Full And Ardent Sentiment Which Animated My Heart With The Love Of Nature, Overwhelming Me With A Torrent Of Delight, And Which Brought All Paradise Before Me, Has Now Become An Insupportable Torment, A Demon Which Perpetually Pursues And Harrasses Me.

Each One Of Us Must Carry Within The Proof Of Immortality, It Cannot Be Given From Outside Of Us. To Be Sure, Everything In Natureis Change But Behind The Change There Is Something Eternal.