A Scholar Knows No Boredom.

It Is Not Great, But Little Good-haps That Make Up Happiness.

It Has Been Jestingly Said That The Works Of John Paul Richter Are Almost Unintelligible To Any But The Germans, And Even To Some Of Them. A Worthy German, Just Before Richter's Death, Edited A Complete Edition Of His Works, In Which One Particular Passage Fairly Puzzled Him. Determined To Have It Explained At The Source, He Went To John Paul Himself. The Author's Reply Was Very Characteristic: "my Good Friend, When I Wrote That Passage, God And I Knew What It Meant; It Is Possible That God Knows It Still; But As For Me, I Have Totally Forgotten."

Despair Is The Only Genuine Atheism.

Humankind's Chief Fault Is That They Have So Many Small Ones.

The Look Of A King Is Itself A Deed.