Measure not by the scale of perfection the meager product of reality.
Stern is the visage of necessity.
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.
Deaf rage that hears no leader.
Against stupidity the very gods themselves contend in vain.
Man is made of ordinary things, and habit is his nurse.