Dare to err and to dream. Deep meaning often lies in childish plays.

Courage, ne'er by sorrow broken! Aid where tears of virtue flow; Faith to keep each promise spoken! Truth alike to friend and foe!

Accursed be he who plays with the devil.

The zeal of friends it is that razes me, And not the hate of enemies.

Culture, far from giving us freedom, only develops, as it advances, new necessities; the fetters of the physical close more tightly around us, so that the fear of loss quenches even the ardent impulse toward improvement, and the maxims of passive obedience are held to be the highest wisdom of life.

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

One can give advice comfortably from a safe port.