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.

Happy he who learns to bear what he cannot change.

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

The man who fears nothing is as powerful as he who is feared by everybody.

Yet have I ever heard it said that spies and tale-bearers have done more mischief in this world than poisoned bowl or the assassin's dagger.

O jealousy! thou magnifier of trifles.

Time is a blooming field: nature is ever teeming with life: and all is seed, and all is fruit.