Sweet moonlight, shining full and clear, Why do you light my torture here? How often have you seen me toil, Burning last drops of midnight oil. On books and papers as I read, My friend, your mournful light you shed. If only I could flee this den And walk the mountain-tops again, Through moonlit meadows make my way, In mountain caves with spirits play - Released from learning's musty cell, Your healing dew would make me well!

Could we perfect human nature, we might also expect a perfect state of things.

He who has a task to perform must know how to take sides, or he is quite unworthy of it.

True works of art are a manifestation of the higher laws of nature.

A lot of people do not care about your money until nearly penniless. They also do so with time

He who knows no foreign languages knows nothing of his own.

An actor should take lessons from a painter and a sculptor.