To the fool-king belongs the world.
Love guides the stars towards each other, the world plan endures only through love.
A childlike mind in its simplicity practises that science of good to which the wise may be blind.
Disappointments are to the soul what a thunderstorm is to the air.
When the gods were more manlike, Men were more godlike.
Even now, nature is the only flame, on which the poetic spirit feeds; from it alone it draws all its power, to it alone it speaks even in the artificial, in the man engaged in culture.