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

When the measured dance of the hours brings back the happy smile of spring, the buried dead is born again in the life-glance of the sun. The germs which perished to the eye within the cold breast of the earth spring up with joy in the bright realm of day.

Individual character is in the right that is in strict consistence with itself. Self-contradiction is the only wrong.

Stubbornness is not firmness.

Love is only known by him who hopelessly persists in love.

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

Virtue is no empty echo.