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.

In the ardor of pursuit men soon forget the goal from which they start.

In love, Jealousy is the great exaggerator.

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

The lemonade is weak, like your soul.

Misery travels free through the whole world!

Youth covets; let not this covetousness seduce you.