Love is the reward of love.

One drop of hatred left in the cup of joy turns the most blissful draught into poison.

The Moor has done his work, the Moor may go.

The happy man does not notice the flight of time.

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.

In a narrow circle the mind grows narrow. The more one expands, the larger their aims.

The joke loses everything when the joker laughs himself.