When we are out of sympathy with the young, then I think our work in this world is over

But there are victories far worse than defeats; and to overcome an angel too gentle to put out all his strength, and ride away in triumph on the back of a devil, is one of the poorest.

I don't know how to thank you.' Then I will tell you. There is only one way I care for. Do better, and grow better, and be better.

The region belonging to the pure intellect is straitened: the imagination labours to extend its territories, to give it room. She sweeps across the boarders, searching out new lands into which she may guide her plodding brother. The imagination is the light which redeems from the darkness for the eyes of the understanding. Novalis says, 'The imagination is the stuff of the intellect' -affords, that is, the material upon which the intellect works.

Beauty and sadness always go together.

No one is likely to remember what is entirely uninteresting to him.

You must learn to be strong in the dark as well as in the day, else you will always be only half brave.