Man will return to his origins. Goethe has finally become as squiggly as the city of his fathers.

Human life, old and young, takes place between hope and remembrance. The young man sees all the gates to his desires open, and the old man remembers--his hopes.

Woman is the crown of all creation, but Man is the head who wears it, and even the servant is master in his house.

You can make the best of it and be content, or you can complain, it makes no difference. What does it matter that human beings judge the things that exist?

What is done for the children is doubly beneficial, since their success, obvious to everyone, educates the parents as well.

Our poetry emulates the recent progress in military strategy: Our army's strength is the foot soldiers.

Who could deny that our Austria is richer than any other country? As the saying goes: "We have money like manure.