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I do not speak of what I cannot praise.
Every spoken word arouses our self-will.
He who moves not forward, goes backward.
In comradeship is danger countered best.
Mere curiosity adds wings to every step.
One mind is enough for a thousand hands.
Everyone only hears what he understands.
The Woman-Soul leadeth us upward and on!
Action has magic, grace and power in it.
Nothing is more dangerous than solitude.
The history of mankind is his character.
He who cannot love must learn to flatter.
Age merely shows what children we remain.
A person hears only what they understand.
Sin writes histories, goodness is silent.
Enjoy what you can, endure what you must.
Life is the childhood of our immortality.
The present moment is a powerful goddess.
All that is transitory is but a metaphor.
The history of a man is in his character.
A man's errors are what make him amiable.
To create something you must be something.
Nothing is true, but that which is simple.
When ideas fail, words come in very handy.
A distracted existence leads us to no goal
Come my little one, and give me your hand.
Investigate what is, and not what pleases.
The coward only threatens when he is safe.
Man must strive, and striving he must err.
The universal subjugator, the commonplace.
He who can not learn to love must flatter.
Where I cannot be moral, my power is gone.
It is opposition that makes us productive.
The threshold is the place of expectation.
Beauty can never really understand itself.
I love those who yearn for the impossible.
Only the heart without a stain knows ease.
Our virtues and view spring from one root.
Ye great teachers: listen to what you say!
What we don't understand we don't possess.
Piety, like nobility, has its aristocracy.
A purpose you impart is no longer your own.
The people rate strength before everything.
Boldness has power, magic and genius in it.
A man's foibles are what makes him lovable.
Change amuses the mind, but rarely profits.
To make something you have to be something.
Out of moderation a pure happiness springs.
Alas! sorrow from happiness is oft evolved.
We are shaped and fashioned by what we love