Whoever Aspiring, Struggles On, For Him There

The Aim Of Living Is Life Itself.

Unrest And Uncertainty Are Our Lot.

Ohne Hast, Aber Ohne Rast. - Without Haste, But Without Rest.

Wild Dreams Torment Me As I Lie. And Though A God Lives In My Heart, Though All My Power Waken At His Word, Though He Can Move My Every Inmost Part - Yet Nothing In The Outer World Is Stirred. Thus By Existence Tortured And Oppressed I Crave For Death, I Long For Rest.

The Most Original Of Authors Are Not So Because They Advance What Is New, But More Because They Know How To Say Something, As If It Had Never Been Said Before.