Thou art in the end what thou art. Put on wigs with millions of curls, set thy foot upon ell-high rocks. Thou abidest ever--what thou art.

What in us the women leave uncultivated, children cultivate when we retain them near us.

Sometimes I don't understand how another can love her, is allowed to love her, since I love her so completely myself, so intensely, so fully, grasp nothing, know nothing, have nothing but her!

So long as you live and work, you will be misunderstood; to that you must resign yourself once and for all. Be silent!

Nothing is worse than active ignorance.

I could never have known so well how paltry men are, and how little they care for really high aims, if I had not tested them by my scientific researches. Thus I saw that most men only care for science so far as they get a living by it, and that they worship even error when it affords them a subsistence.

Thou must (in commanding and winning, or serving and losing, suffering or triumphing) be either anvil or hammer.