I have been young and am now old, and have not yet known an untruthful man to come to a good end.

Imagination is the mightiest despot.

Being alone when one's belief is firm, is not to be alone.

To harbor hatred and animosity in the soul makes one irritable, gloomy, and prematurely old.

All men are selfish, but the vain man is in love with himself. He admires, like the lover his adored one, everything which to others is indifferent.

In Nature there is no dirt, everything is in the right condition; the swamp and the worm, as well as the grass and the bird,-all is there for itself.

We hear the rain fall, but not the snow. Bitter grief is loud, calm grief is silent.