Our safety is not in blindness, but in facing our dangers.

Even now, nature is the only flame, on which the poetic spirit feeds; from it alone it draws all its power, to it alone it speaks even in the artificial, in the man engaged in culture.

Happy he who learns to bear what he cannot change.

Art is difficult, transient is her reward.

The jest loses its point when he who makes it is the first to laugh.

One drop of hatred left in the cup of joy turns the most blissful draught into poison.

If you want to study yourself, look into the hearts of other people. If you want to study other people, look into your own heart.