It is a hard but good law of fate, that as every evil, so every excessive power, wears itself out.

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

Those that embrace the entire universe with love, for the most part love nothing, but their narrow selves.

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

A poet is the creator of the nation around him, he gives them a world to see and has their souls in his hand to lead them to that world.

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

Without inspiration the best powers of the mind remain dormant. There is a fuel in us which needs to be ignited with sparks.