To live is to dream, and to dream pleasantly is to be wise.
Illusion is brief, but repentance is long.
No doubt the artist is the child of his time; but woe to him if he is also its disciple, or even its favorite.
Foster the beautiful, and every hour thou tallest new flowers to birth.
Happy he who learns to bear what he cannot change.
Cling to thy native land, for it is the land of thy fathers?