O jealousy! thou magnifier of trifles.

Not without a shudder may the human hand reach into the mysterious urn of destiny.

For the world is only governed by self-interest.

I know that we often tremble at an empty terror; yet the false fancy brings a real misery.

If yon wish to be like the gods on earth, to be free in the realms of the dead, pluck not the fruit from the garden! In appearance it may glisten to the eye; but the perishable pleasure of possession quickly avenges the curse of curiosity.

Great souls endure in silence.

The very plants turn with a joyful transport to the light.