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

Let no one despair, even though in the darkest night the last star of hope may disappear.

As inclination changes, thus ebbs and flows the unstable tide of public judgment.

The great happiness of life, I find, after all, to consist in the regular discharge of some mechanical duty.

The voice of our age seems by no means favorable to art, at all events to that kind of art to which my inquiry is directed. The course of events has given a direction to the genius of the time that threatens to remove it continually further from the ideal of art. For art has to leave reality, it has to raise itself bodily above necessity and neediness; for art is the daughter of freedom, and it requires its prescriptions and rules to be furnished by the necessity of spirits and not by that of matter.

The very plants turn with a joyful transport to the light.

Let him that sows the serpent's teeth not hope to reap a joyous harvest. Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, its own avenging angel,--dark misgivings at the inmost heart.