As freely as the firmament embraces the world, or the sun pours forth impartially his beams, so mercy must encircle both friend and foe.

Not without a shudder may the human hand reach into the mysterious urn of destiny.

The voice of the majority is no proof of justice.

Vast, colossal destiny, which raises man to fame, though it may also grind him to powder!

Think with awe on the slow and quiet power of time.

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

O God, how lovely still is life!