All Theory, Dear Friend, Is Gray, But

All Things Are Only Transitory.

My Days Are As Happy As Those Reserved By God For His Elect; And Whatever Be My Fate Hereafter, I Can Never Say That I Have Not Tasted Joy— The Purest Joy Of Life.

He Who Does Not Know Foreign Languages Does Not Know Anything About His Own.

The Whole History Of The Christian Church Is A Mixture Of Errors And Violence.

Everything In The World May Be Endured Except Continual Prosperity.