Man is never so authentically himself as when at play.
A gloomy guest fits not a wedding feast.
To the fool-king belongs the world.
While the womanly god demands our veneration, the godlike woman kindles our love; but while we allow ourselves to melt in the celestial loveliness, the celestial self-sufficiency holds us back in awe.
Historians are prophets with their face turned backward.
Every great mind seeks to labor for eternity. All men are captivated by immediate advantages; great minds alone are excited by the prospect of distant good.