He is happy as well as great who needs neither to obey nor to command in order to be something.

There is no remedy but love for the great superiority of others

What you have inherited from your forefathers, it takes work to make it your own.

Give me those days with heart in riot, The depths of bliss that touched on pain, The force of hate, and love's disquiet- Ah, give me back my youth again!

Character is constructed amidst the tempests of the World

Everything factual is, in a sense, theory. The blue of the sky exhibits the basic laws of chromatics. There is no sense in looking for something behind phenomena: they are theory.

There speaks the man of truly noble ways, Who will not listen to the words of praise. In modesty averse, and with deaf ears, He acts as though the others were his peers.