Man is an imitative creature.
Where there is much freedom there is much error.
I know that we often tremble at an empty terror; yet the false fancy brings a real misery.
Will it, and set to work briskly.
Without a home must the soldier go, a changeful wanderer, and can warm himself at no home-lit hearth.
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.