Why should I deem myself to be a chisel, when I could be the artist?

Only the soldier is a free man, because he can look death in the face.

Utility is the great idol of the age, to which all powers must do service and all talents swear allegiance. In this great balance of utility, the spiritual service of art has no weight, and, deprived of all encouragement, it vanishes from the noisy Vanity Fair of our time.

Whoever fails to turn aside the ills of life by prudent forethought, must submit to fulfill the course of destiny.

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

Sorrows must die with the joys they outnumber.

A gloomy guest fits not a wedding feast.