Modest humility is beauty's crown.
Rigor pushed too far is sure to miss its aim, however good, as the bow snaps that is bent too stiffly.
Vast, colossal destiny, which raises man to fame, though it may also grind him to powder!
Why should I deem myself to be a chisel, when I could be the artist?
Foster the beautiful, and every hour thou tallest new flowers to birth.
The zeal of friends it is that razes me, And not the hate of enemies.