You Know That I Become Quite Powerless

My Great Grandfather Used To Say To His Wife, My Great-grandmother, Who In Turn Told Her Daughter, My Grandmother, Who Repeated It To Her Daughter, My Mother, Who Used To Remind Her Daughter, My Own Sister, That To Talk Well And Eloquently Was A Very Great Art, But That An Equally Great One Was To Know The Right Moment To Stop.

As I Love Mannheim, Mannheim Loves Me.

To Win Applause One Must Write Stuff So Simple That A Coachman Might Sing It.

Neither Rejoice Nor Lament Prematurely; For Whatever May Happen, All Will Be Well If We Only Have Health; For Happiness Exists--merely In The Imagination.

I Must Give You A Piece Of Intelligence That You Perhaps Already Know, Namely That The Ungodly Arch-villain Voltaire Has Died Miserably Like A Dog, Just Like A Brute. That Is His Reward!