On the tree, Future, we build our nest; and in our solitude eagles shall bring us nourishment in their beaks!

Men use a new lesson or experience later on as a ploughshare or perhaps also as a weapon; women at once make it into an ornament.

Art raises its head where creeds relax.

Active, successful natures act, not according to the maxim, "know thyself," but as if prompted by the commandment: will a self, and so become a self.

Loneliness is one thing, solitude another.

For a tree to become tall it must grow tough roots among the rocks.

The value of many men and books rests solely on their faculty for compelling all to seek out the most hidden and intimate things.