The hat is the pride of man; for he who cannot keep his hat on before kings and emperors is no free man.
It is not flesh and blood, but heart which makes us fathers and sons.
We, we live! ours are the hours, and the living have their claims.
The world's history is the world's judgment.
The dictates of the heart are the voice of fate.
Even now, nature is the only flame, on which the poetic spirit feeds; from it alone it draws all its power, to it alone it speaks even in the artificial, in the man engaged in culture.