Posterity weaves no garlands for imitators.

Revenge is barren of itself: it is the dreadful food it feeds on; its delight is murder, and its end is despair.

In love, Jealousy is the great exaggerator.

Did you think the lion was sleeping because he didn't roar?

Only the soldier is a free man, because he can look death in the face.

Only those who have the patience to do simple things perfectly will acquire the skill to do difficult things easily.

The voice of our age seems by no means favorable to art, at all events to that kind of art to which my inquiry is directed. The course of events has given a direction to the genius of the time that threatens to remove it continually further from the ideal of art. For art has to leave reality, it has to raise itself bodily above necessity and neediness; for art is the daughter of freedom, and it requires its prescriptions and rules to be furnished by the necessity of spirits and not by that of matter.