The history of knowledge is a great fugue in which the voices of the nations one after the other emerge.

Many hammer all over the wall and believe that with each blow they hit the nail on the head.

Wine rejoices the heart of man and joy is the mother of all virtues.

The useful may be trusted to further itself, for many produce it and no one can do without it; but the beautiful must be specially encouraged, for few can present it, while yet all have need of it.

Truth is a torch, but a terrific one; therefore we all try to reach it with closed eyes, lest we should be scorched.

What matters in art is not thinking but making.

Where a man has a passion for meditating without the capacity of thinking, a particular idea fixes itself fast, and soon creates a mental disease.