Who dares nothing, need hope for nothing.
No doubt the artist is the child of his time; but woe to him if he is also its disciple, or even its favorite.
Be true, and thou shalt fetter time with everlasting chain.
One drop of hatred left in the cup of joy turns the most blissful draught into poison.
To the fool-king belongs the world.
Youth covets; let not this covetousness seduce you.