We must bear what Heaven sends.

Heaven and earth fight in vain against a dunce!

Love guides the stars towards each other, the world plan endures only through love.

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

A noble soul spreads even over a face in which the architectonic beauty is wanting an irresistible grace, and a often even triumphs over the natural disfavor.

Virtue is no empty echo.

The world is ruled only by consideration of advantages.