I nothing had, and yet enough for youth--Joy in Illusion, ardent thirst for Truth. Give unrestrained, the old emotion, The bliss that touched the verge of pain, The strength of Hate, Love's deep devotion,--O, give me back my youth again!

Hypotheses are lullabies for teachers to sing their students to sleep.

Ohne Hast, aber ohne Rast. - Without haste, but without rest.

There are men who never err, because they never propose anything rational.

To rule is easy, to govern difficult.

Miracle is the pet child of faith.

All that is transitory is but a metaphor.