What We Do Not Understand We Do

If You Are To Accomplish All That One Demands Of You, You Must Overestimate Your Own Worth.

Everything In The World May Be Endured, Except Only A Succession Of Prosperous Days. [ger., Alles In Der Welt Lasst Sich Ertragen, Nur Nicht Eine Reihe Von Schonen Tagen.]

Poetry Is The Universal Possession Of Mankind, Revealing Itself Everywhere, And At All Times, In Hundreds And Hundreds Of Men.

Someday Perhaps The Inner Light Will Shine Forth From Us, And The We'll Need No Other Light.

Sin Writes Histories, Goodness Is Silent. [ger., Das Uebel Macht Eine Geschichte Und Das Gute Keine.]