I speak with the Eternal through the instrument of nature, through the world's history: I read the soul of the artist in his Apollo.
Deep meaning lies often in childish play.
Thus Arm in Arm with thee I dare defy my century into the lists.
It would be necessary that they should be already sages to love wisdom...
Gray hairs are death's blossoms.
Every man stamps his value on himself... man is made great or small by his own will.