Undeserved praise causes more pangs of conscience later than undeserved blame, but probably only for this reason, that our power of judgment are more completely exposed by being over praised than by being unjustly underestimated.

Men are cowards when it comes to the "eternally feminine": and the little women know it.

We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.

People who, out of an inborn moderation, leave every glass standing only half-emptied refuse to admit that everything in the world has its sediments and dregs.

The desire to annoy no one, to harm no one, can equally well be the sign of a just as of an anxious disposition.

This crown to crown the laughing man, this rose-wreath crown: I myself have set this crown upon my head, I myself have pronounced my laughter holy.

And so while dreams are the individual man's play with reality, the sculptor's art is (in a broader sense) the play with dreams.