In the true man there is a child concealed who wants to play.

And let that day be lost to us on which we did not dance once! And let that wisdom be false to us that brought no laughter with it!

Both classically- and romantically-minded spirits-inasmuch as these two species always exist-occupy themselves with a vision of the future: but the former do so out of a strength of their age, the latter out of its weakness.

What was silent in the father speaks in the son, and often I found in the son the unveiled secret of the father.

The object of convalescence ought to be to turn our attention to life: at other times, simply to our tasks!

Fathers have a lot to do to make up for having sons.

Today a man of knowledge might well feel as though he were God transformed into an animal.