Nothing is worse than active ignorance.

Our wishes are presentiments of the abilities that lie in us, harbingers of what we will be able to accomplish.

The artist who is not also a craftsman is no good; but, alas, most of our artists are nothing else.

Money lost, something lost. Honor lost, much lost. Courage lost, everything lost-better you were never born

Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.

The decline of literature indicates the decline of a nation.

Happy contractedness of youth, nay, of mankind in general, that they think neither of the high nor the deep, of the true nor the false, but only of what is suited to their own conceptions.