Absolute truth belongs to Thee alone.

What can the Creator see with greater pleasure than a happy creature?

Would that we could at once paint with the eyes! In the long way from the eye through the arm to the pencil, how much is lost!

The more we see the more we must be able to imagine, and the more we imagine, the more we must think we see.

Let the devil catch you but by a single hair, and you are his forever.

The search for truth is more precious than its possession.

As the stag which the huntsman has hit flies through bush and brake, over stock and stone, thereby exhausting his strength but not expelling the deadly bullet from his body; so does experience show that they who have troubled consciences run from place to place, but carry with them wherever they go their dangerous wounds.