It is play and only play that makes man complete.

Grace is the beauty of form under the influence of freedom.

In the society, where people are just parts in a larger machine, individuals are unable to develop fully.

As freely as the firmament embraces the world, so mercy must encircle friend and foe. The sun poursforth impartially his beams through all the regions of infinity; heaven bestows the dew equally on every thirsty plant. Whatever is good and comes from on high is universal and without reserve: but in the heart's recesses darkness dwells.

Whoever fails to turn aside the ills of life by prudent forethought, must submit to fulfill the course of destiny.

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.

Let no one despair, even though in the darkest night the last star of hope may disappear.