Play interests me very much," said Hermann: "but I am not in the position to sacrifice the necessary in the hope of winning the superfluous.

My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?

It's a lucky man, a very lucky man, who is committed to what he believes, who has stifled intellectual detachment and can relax in the luxury of his emotions - like a tipsy traveller resting for the night at wayside inn.

Sad that our finest aspiration, Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.

If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.

Fearing no insult, asking for no crown, receive with indifference both flattery and slander, and do not argue with a fool.

A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.