How can one learn to know oneself? Never by introspection, rather by action.

Ah! my poor brain is racked and crazed, My spirit and senses amazed!

The Christian religion, though scattered and abroad will in the end gather itself together at the foot of the cross.

One doesn't always lose when one has to do without.

My poor head is in such a whirl, my mind is all in bits.

The true, prescriptive artist strives after artistic truth; the lawless artist, following blind instinct, after an appearance of naturalness. The one leads to the highest peaks of art, the other to its lowest depths.

What sort of God would it be, who only pushed from without.