Man is made by his belief. As he believes, so he is.
Hatred is partial, but love is still more so.
Everyone only hears what he understands.
Ohne Hast, aber ohne Rast. - Without haste, but without rest.
It is the strange fate of man, that even in the greatest of evils the fear of the worst continues to haunt him.
The flowers are full of honey, but only the bee finds out the sweetness.