He who is one with himself, is everything. Berthold Auerbach (1812 – 1882)

He who is one with himself, is everything. Berthold Auerbach (1812 – 1882)
I love all men. I know that at bottom they cannot be otherwise, and under all the false and overloaded and glittering masquerade, there is, in every man, a noble nature beneath; only they cannot bring it out, and whatever they do that is false and cunning and evil, there still remains the sentence of our Great Example: “Forgive them, […]
It lies in our own power to attune the mind to cheerfulness. Berthold Auerbach (1812 – 1882)
“What people will say.” In these words there lies the tyranny of the world, the whole destruction of our natural disposition, the uneven vision of our minds. These four words bear sway everywhere. Berthold Auerbach (1812 – 1882)