To rankling poison hast thou turned in me the milk of human kindness.

It is not the mere station of life that stamps the value on us, but the manner in which we act our part.

Art is the right hand of Nature. The latter has only given us being, the former has made us men.

Most gladly would I give the blood-stained laurel for the first violet which March brings us, the fragrant pledge of the new-fledged year.

If thou art something bring thy soul and interchange with mine. - Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller.

Who dares nothing, need hope for nothing.

The universe is a thought of God.