All Of Us, Just Because

There Is No Greater Consolation For Mediocrity Than That The Genius Is Not Immortal.

Art Is Long, Life Short, Judgment Difficult, Opportunity Transient. To Act Is Easy, To Think Is Hard; To Act According To Our Thought Is Troublesome. Every Beginning Is Cheerful: The Threshold Is The Place Of Expectation.

When One Is Polite In German, One Lies.

Woman Is Mistress Of The Art Of Completely Imbittering The Life Of The Person On Whom She Depends.

My Peace Is Gone, My Heart Is Heavy. [ger., Meine Ruh Ist Hin, Mein Herz Ist Schwer.]