Leap and the net will appear. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Sweet moonlight, shining full and clear,
Why do you light my torture here?
How often have you seen me toil,
Burning last drops of midnight oil.
On books and papers as I read,
My friend, your mournful light you shed.
If only I could flee this den
And walk the mountain-tops again,
Through moonlit meadows make my way,
In mountain caves with spirits play -
Released from learning's musty cell,
Your healing dew would make me well!

I wish the stage were as narrow as the wire of a tighrope dancer so that no incompetent would dare step upon it.

Those who know nothing of foreign languages know nothing of their own.