The storm is master. Man, as a ball, is tossed twixt winds and billows.

Each state of the human mind has some parable in the physical creation by which it is shadowed forth; nor is it only artists and poets, but even the most abstract thinkers that have drawn from this source. Lively activity we name fire; time is a stream that rolls on, sweeping all before it; eternity is a circle; a mystery is hid in midnight gloom, and truth dwells in the sun. Nay, I begin to believe that even the future destiny of the human race is prefigured in the dark oracular utterances of bodily creation.

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

The hat is the pride of man; for he who cannot keep his hat on before kings and emperors is no free man.

Of all the possessions of this life fame is the noblest; when the body has sunk into the dust the great name still lives.

It is criminal to steal a purse, daring to steal a fortune, a mark of greatness to steal a crown. The blame diminishes as the guilt increases.

He who has done his best for his own time has lived for all times.