Our safety is not in blindness, but in facing our dangers.
Where there is much freedom there is much error.
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.
Love can sun the realms of night.
Not he who scorns the Saviour's yoke Should wear his cross upon the heart.
Nothing leads to good that is not natural.