He who has done his best for his own time has lived for all times.

Secrecy is for the happy,--misery, hopeless misery, needs no veil; under a thousand suns it dares act openly.

A deep meaning often lies in old customs.

Love is the reward of love.

While the womanly god demands our veneration, the godlike woman kindles our love; but while we allow ourselves to melt in the celestial loveliness, the celestial self-sufficiency holds us back in awe.

No cause has he to say his doom is harsh, who's made the master of his destiny.

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