In the ardor of pursuit men soon forget the goal from which they start.

Heaven and earth fight in vain against a dunce!

In the case of a creative mind, it seems to me, the intellect has withdrawn its watchers from the gates, and the ideas rush in pell-mell and only then does it review and inspect the multitudes.

Vast, colossal destiny, which raises man to fame, though it may also grind him to powder!

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

There is a nobility in the world of manners.

Appearance should never attain reality, And if nature conquers, then must art retire.