Historians are prophets with their face turned backward.
The dictates of the heart are the voice of fate.
Accursed be he who plays with the devil.
Utility is the great idol of the age, to which all powers must do service and all talents swear allegiance.
The average estimate themselves by what they do, the above average by what they are.
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.