What is life? A continuous praise and blame.

But by my love and hope I beseech you: do not throw away the hero in your soul! Hold holy your highest hope!

Existence begins in every instant.

There are people who are so presumptuous that they know no other way to praise a greatness that they publicly admire than by representing it as a preliminary stage and bridge leading to themselves.

Tolerance is a proof of distrust in one's own ideals.

The most unendurable thing, to be sure, the really terrible thing, would be a life without habits, a life which continually required improvisation.

It is some fundamental certainty which a noble soul has about itself, something which is not to be sought, is not to be found, and perhaps, also, is not to be lost. The noble soul has reverence for itself.