Woe to him who would ascribe something like reason to Chance, and make a religion of surrendering to it.

Time does not relinquish its rights, either over human beings or over mountains.

No one as ever completed their apprenticeship.

Oh God, how do the world and heavens confine themselves, when our hearts tremble in their own barriers!

It is a misfortune to pass at once from observation to conclusion, and to regard both as of equal value; but it befalls many a student.

One of the most striking signs of the decay of art is the intermixing of different genres.

No prudent antagonist thinks light of his adversaries.