When the wine goes in, strange things come out.

No emperor has the power to dictate to the heart.

We are too prone to find fault; let us look for some of the perfections.

No doubt the artist is the child of his time; but woe to him if he is also its disciple, or even its favorite.

You saw his weakness, and he will never forgive you.

History, insofar as it accustoms human beings to comprehend the whole of the past and to hasten forward with its conclusions into the far future, conceals the boundaries of birth and death, which enclose the life of the human being so narrowly and oppressively, and with a kind of optical illusion, expands his short existence into endless space, leading the individual imperceptibly over into humanity.

Stern is the visage of necessity.