A vain man can never be utterly ruthless: he wants to win applause and therefore he accommodates himself to others

Classicism is health, romanticisim is sickness.

Treat people the way they are and they will stay that way. Treat people the way they can become and they will become that way.

Deny yourself! You must deny yourself! That is the song that never ends.

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

Children, love one another, and if that is not possible-at least try to put up with one another.

We often feel that we lack something, and seem to see that very quality in someone else, promptly attributing all our own qualities to him too, and a kind of ideal contentment as well. And so the happy mortal is a model of complete perfection--which we have ourselves created.