Childhood and genius have the same master organ in common - inquisitiveness.

Fate laughs at probabilities.

Let youth cherish sleep, the happiest of earthly boons, while yet it is at its command; for there cometh the day to all when "neither the voice of the lute nor the birds" shall bring back the sweet slumbers that fell on their young eyes as unbidden as the dews.

Tell me, sweet eyes, from what divinest star did ye drink in your liquid melancholy?

The public man needs but one patron, namely, the lucky moment.

In some exquisite critical hints on "Eurythmy," Goethe remarks, "that the best composition in pictures is that which, observing the most delicate laws of harmony, so arranges the objects that they by their position tell their own story." And the rule thus applied to composition in painting applies no less to composition in literature.

I did not fall into love - I rose into love.