One Is Not Rich By

Act In Such A Way That You Will Be Worthy Of Being Happy.

Perpetual Peace Is Only Found In The Graveyard.

Human Reason Has This Peculiar Fate That In One Species Of Its Knowledge It Is Burdened By Questions Which, As Prescribed By The Very Nature Of Reason Itself, It Is Not Able To Ignore, But Which, As Transcending All Its Powers, It Is Also Not Able To Answer.

All False Art, All Vain Wisdom, Lasts Its Time But Finally Destroys Itself, And Its Highest Culture Is Also The Epoch Of Its Decay.

Act So As To Use Humanity, Yourself And Others, Always As An End And Never As A Means To An End.