He Who Is Punished Is

Behold, I Am Weary Of My Wisdom, Like A Bee That Has Gathered Too Much Honey; I Need Hands Outstretched To Receive It.

Who Has Not For The Sake Of His Reputation Sacrificed Himself?

When Self Control Is Lacking In Small Things, The Ability To Apply It To Matters Of Importance Withers Away. Every Day In Which One Does Not At Least Deny Himself Some Trifle Is Badly Spent And A Threat To The Day Following.

In Intercourse With Scholars And Artists One Readily Makes Mistakes Of Opposite Kinds: In A Remarkable Scholar One Not Infrequently Finds A Mediocre Man; And Often, Even In A Mediocre Artist, One Finds A Very Remarkable Man.

We Must Learn To Love, Learn To Be Kind, And This From The Earliest Youth; If Education Or Chance Give Us No Opportunity To Practice These Feelings, Our Soul Becomes Dry And Unsuited Even To Understanding The Tender Inventions Of Loving People.