Everything that frees our spirit without giving us control of ourselves is ruinous.

Colors are the deeds/ and sufferings of light.

The miller believes that all the wheat grows so that his mill keeps running.

Man supposes that he directs his life and governs his actions, when his existence is irretrievably under the control of destiny

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

A plant is like a self-willed man, out of whom we can obtain all which we desire, if we will only treat him his own way.

The best pleasures of this world are not quite true.