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

Nature goes her own way, and all that to us seems an exception is really according to order.

We are not all equal, nor can we be so.

To know of someone here and there whom we accord with, who is living on with us, even in silence - - this makes our earthly ball a peopled garden.

The biggest problem with every art is by the use of appearance to create a loftier reality.

I love those who yearn for the impossible.

The history of mankind is his character.