Lose not yourself in a far off time, seize the moment that is thine.

Man, living, feeling man, is the easy sport of the over-mastering present.

As noble Art has survived noble nature, so too she marches ahead of it, fashioning and awakening by her inspiration. Before Truth sends her triumphant light into the depths of the heart, imagination catches its rays, and the peaks of humanity will be glowing when humid night still lingers in the valleys.

Eternity gives nothing back of what one leaves out of the minutes.

Against stupidity the very gods themselves contend in vain.

Chains of iron or of silk-both are chains.

Many a smiling face hides a mourning heart; but grief alone teaches us what we are.