The hat is the pride of man; for he who cannot keep his hat on before kings and emperors is no free man.
In the ardor of pursuit men soon forget the goal from which they start.
A sublime soul can rise to all kinds of greatness, but by an effort; it can tear itself from all bondage, to all that limits and constrains it, but only by strength of will. Consequently the sublime soul is only free by broken efforts.
Sorrow is brief but joy is endless
Full of wisdom are the ordinations of fate.
A gloomy guest fits not a wedding feast.