Truth lives on in the midst of deception.
To the fool-king belongs the world.
Art is the right hand of Nature. The latter has only given us being, the former has made us men.
A beautiful soul has no other merit than its own existence.
Foster the beautiful, and every hour thou tallest new flowers to birth.
There is no such thing as chance; and what seem to us merest accident springs from the deepest source of destiny.