Stern is the visage of necessity.
I follow my heart, for I can trust it.
What reason, like the careful ant, draws laboriously together, the wind of accident sometimes collects in a moment.
I speak with the Eternal through the instrument of nature, through the world's history: I read the soul of the artist in his Apollo.
The joke loses everything when the joker laughs himself.
Whatever lives, lives to die in sorrow. We engage our hearts, and grasp after the things of this world, only to undergo the pang of losing them.