When An Idea Is Wanting, A Word

Battle Not With Monsters, For Then You Become One.

Tolerance Comes Of Age. I See No Fault Committed That I Myself Could Not Have Committed At Some Time Or Other.

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!

We Must Always Change, Renew, Rejuvenate Ourselves; Otherwise, We Harden.

For The Nature Of A Women Is Closely Allied To Art. [ger., Denn Das Naturell Der Frauen Ist So Nah Mit Kunst Verwandt.]