The game of life looks cheerful when one carries a treasure safe in his heart.
Virtue, though clothed in a beggar's garb, commands respect.
Chains of iron or of silk-both are chains.
Honor women! they entwine and weave heavenly roses in our earthly life.
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.
A pity about the people! they are brave enough comrades, but they have heads like a soapboiler's.