How can such deep-imprinted images sleep in us at times, till a word, a sound, awake them?

What education is to the individual, revelation is to the whole human race.

A single grateful thought toward heaven is the most perfect prayer.

For me the greatest beauty always lies in the greatest clarity.

It is not children only that one feeds with fairy tales.

Where wildness and disorder are visible in the dance, there Satan, death and all kinds of mischief are likewise upon the floor. For this reason I could wish that the dance of death were painted on the walls of all ball-rooms in order to warn the dancers, not by the levity of their deportment, to provoke the God of righteousness to visit them with a sudden judgment.

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!