What must the English and French think of the language of our philosophers when we Germans do not understand it ourselves?

Our passions are true phoenixes; as the old burn out the new straight rise up from the ashes.

Humor is one of the elements of genius--admirable as an adjunct; but as soon as it becomes dominant, only a surrogate for genius.

At the end of life thoughts hitherto impossible come to the collected mind, like good spirits which let themselves down from the shining heights of the past.

Belief is not the beginning of knowledge - it is the end.

Oh how sweet it is to hear one's own convictions from another's lips.

Let no one be like another, yet everyone like the highest. How is this done? Be each one perfect in himself.