Yet through delivery orators succeed, I feel that I am far behind indeed.

The artist has a twofold relation to nature; he is at once her master and her slave.

The most damaging prejudice consists of banning any kind of investigation of nature.

Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.

Hope is the second soul of the unhappy.

I do not now begin, - I still adore Her whom I early cherish'd in my breast; Then once again with prudence dispossess'd, And to whose heart I'm driven back once more. The love of Petrarch, that all-glorious love, Was unrequited, and, alas, full sad.

The day is of infinite length for him who knows how to appreciate and use it.