Why Were A Few, Or A Single

The Only Thing Permanent Is Change.

There Is No Virtue In Penance And Fasting Which Waste The Body; They Are Only Fanatical And Monkish.

What Can I Know? What Ought I To Do? What May I Hope?

Aus So Krummen Holze, Als Woraus Der Mensch Gemacht Ist, Kann Nichts Ganz Gerades Gezimmert Werden. Out Of The Crooked Timber Of Humanity, No Straight Thing Can Ever Be Made.

The Greatest Human Quest Is To Know What One Must Do In Order To Become A Human Being.