I speak with the Eternal through the instrument of nature, through the world's history: I read the soul of the artist in his Apollo.

I have enjoyed the happiness of the world; I have loved.

The happy man does not notice the flight of time.

O jealousy! thou magnifier of trifles.

Dare to err and to dream. Deep meaning often lies in childish plays.

A noble soul spreads even over a face in which the architectonic beauty is wanting an irresistible grace, and a often even triumphs over the natural disfavor.

Where there is much freedom there is much error.