Everlastingly chained to a single little fragment of the Whole, man himself develops into nothing but a fragment; everlastingly in his ear the monotonous sound of the wheel that he turns, he never develops the harmony of his being, and instead of putting the stamp of humanity upon his own nature, he becomes nothing more than the imprint of his occupation or of his specialized knowledge.

Cowards have done good and kind actions, but a coward never pardoned.

One can give advice comfortably from a safe port.

The happy man does not notice the flight of time.

Art is difficult, transient is her reward.

Be noble minded! Our own heart, and not other men's opinions of us, forms our true honor.

Will it, and set to work briskly.