Chains of iron or of silk-both are chains.

A noble soul spreads even over a face in which the architectonic beauty is wanting an irresistible grace, and a often even triumphs over the natural disfavor.

Cowards have done good and kind actions, but a coward never pardoned.

History, insofar as it accustoms human beings to comprehend the whole of the past and to hasten forward with its conclusions into the far future, conceals the boundaries of birth and death, which enclose the life of the human being so narrowly and oppressively, and with a kind of optical illusion, expands his short existence into endless space, leading the individual imperceptibly over into humanity.

Song forbids victorious deeds to die.

Great souls endure in silence.

The lamp of genius burns quicker than the lamp of life.