A childlike mind in its simplicity practises that science of good to which the wise may be blind.

Historians are prophets with their face turned backward.

Not without a shudder may the human hand reach into the mysterious urn of destiny.

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

Youth covets; let not this covetousness seduce you.

The zeal of friends it is that razes me, And not the hate of enemies.

Be true, and thou shalt fetter time with everlasting chain.