For No One Does Life Drag More

The German Language Is The Organ Among The Languages.

A Loving Maiden Grows Unconsciously More Bold.

With So Many Thousand Joys, Is It Not Black Ingratitude To Call The World A Place Of Sorrow And Torment?

It Is Not Great, But Little Good-haps That Make Up Happiness.

Like A Morning Dream, Life Becomes More And More Bright The Longer We Live, And The Reason Of Everything Appears More Clear. What Has Puzzled Us Before Seems Less Mysterious, And The Crooked Paths Look Straighter As We Approach The End.