I follow my heart, for I can trust it.

A sublime soul can rise to all kinds of greatness, but by an effort; it can tear itself from all bondage, to all that limits and constrains it, but only by strength of will. Consequently the sublime soul is only free by broken efforts.

We must bear what Heaven sends.

A pity about the people! they are brave enough comrades, but they have heads like a soapboiler's.

Forgiveness is the divinest of victories.

It is only through the morning gate of the beautiful that you can penetrate into the realm of knowledge. That which we feel here as beauty we shall one day know as truth.

The May of life blooms once and never again.