The savage who loves himself, his wife and child with quiet joy and glows with limited activity of his tribe as for his own life is in my opinion a more real being than that cultivated shadow who is enraptured with the shadow of the whole species

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

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

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.

Thus we build on the ice, thus we write on the waves of the sea; the waves roaring pass away, the ice melts, and away goes our palace, like our thoughts.

We live in a world we ourselves create.

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