The working of revolutions misleads me no more; it is as necessary to our race as its waves to the stream, that it may not be a stagnant marsh. Ever renewed in its forms, the genius of humanity blossoms.

Touch not the flute when drums are sounding around; when fools have the word, the wise will be silent.

All our science calculates with abstracted individual external marks, which do not touch the inner existence of any single thing

What of us lies in the hearts of others is our truest and deepest self.

We live in a world we ourselves create.

Man is a central creature between the animals, that is to say, the most perfect form, which unites the traits of all in the most complete epitome.

What destiny sends, bear! Whoever perseveres will be crowned.