Whoever Is King, Is Also The Father

O Ay, Letters - I Had Letters - I Am Persecuted With Letters - I Hate Letters - Nobody Knows How To Write Letters; And Yet One Has 'em, One Does Not Know Why - They Serve One To Pin Up One's Hair.

Who Pleases One Against His Will.

A Little Scorn Is Alluring.

Uncertainty And Expectation Are The Joys Of Life. Security Is An Insipid Thing.

If Happiness In Self-content Is Placed, The Wise Are Wretched, And Fools Only Blessed.