There Is Nothing In The

There Is Nothing Outside Of Us That Is Not At The Same Time In Us, And As The External World Has Its Colors The Eye, Too, Has Colors.

What Makes People Happy Is Activity; Changing Evil Itself Into Good By Power, Working In A God Like Manner.

Modern Poets Mix Too Much Water With Their Ink. [ger., Neuere Poeten Thun Viel Wasser In Die Tinte.]

People Can Only Live With Their Equals, And Not Even With Them; For In The Long Run They Cannot Tolerate That Someone Is Their Equal.

Man's Highest Merit Always Is, As Much As Possible, To Rule External Circumstances And As Little As Possible To Let Himself Be Ruled By Them.