It is through beauty that we arrive at freedom.

Man only plays when in the full meaning of the word he is a man, and he is only completely a man when he plays.

Death is a mighty mediator. There all the flames of rage are extinguished, hatred is appeased, and angelic pity, like a weeping sister, bends with gentle and close embrace over the funeral urn.

Honor women! they entwine and weave heavenly roses in our earthly life.

In the society, where people are just parts in a larger machine, individuals are unable to develop fully.

The reason for you complaint lies, it seems to me, in the constraint which your intellect imposes upon your imagination. Here I will make an observation, and illustrate it by an allegory. Apparently, it is not good-and indeed it hinders the creative work of the mind-if the if the intellect examines too closely the ideas pouring in, as it were, at the gates.

Happy he who learns to bear what he cannot change.