Whoever Gives Himself Up To Solitude, Ah!

The Flowers Of Life Are But Visionary. How Many Pass Away And Leave No Trace Behind! How Few Yield Any Fruit,--and The Fruit Itself, How Rarely Does It Ripen! And Yet There Are Flowers Enough; And Is It Not Strange, My Friend, That We Should Suffer The Little That Does Really Ripen To Rot, Decay, And Perish Unenjoyed?

The Thinker Makes A Great Mistake When He Asks After Cause And Effect. They Both Together Make Up The Indivisible Phenomenon.

Let No One Be Like Another, Yet Everyone Like The Highest. How Is This Done? Be Each One Perfect In Himself.

A Genuine Work Of Art Usually Displeases At First Sight, As It Suggests A Deficiency In The Spectator.

The Decline In Literature Indicates A Decline In The Nation. The Two Keep Pace In Their Downward Tendency.