Nothing is worse than active ignorance.

Know'st thou yesterday, its aim and reason? Work'st thou will today for worthier things? Then calmly wait the morrow's hidden season, And fear thou not, what hap soe'er it brings

A talent is formed in stillness, a character in the world's torrent.

There is nothing in the world more shameful than establishing one's self on lies and fables.

Individuality of expression is the beginning and end of all art.

One can stand anything except a succession of ordinary days

One must not criticize that which is common since it remains always the same.