What Is History? An Echo

Revery, Which Is Thought In Its Nebulous State, Borders Closely Upon The Land Of Sleep, By Which It Is Bounded As By A Natural Frontier.

People Do Not Read Stupidities With Impunity.

Let Us Sacrifice One Day To Gain Perhaps A Whole Life.

Table Talk And Lovers' Talk Equally Elude The Grasp; Lovers' Talk Is Clouds, Table Talk Is Smoke.

What Love Commences Can Be Finished By God Alone.