The miller imagines that the corn grows only to make his mill turn.

What is the path? There is no path. On into the unknown.

Do not hurry; do not rest.

Whoever gives himself up to solitude, Ah! he is soon alone.

When the healthy nature of man acts as a whole, when he feels himself to be in the world as in a great, beautiful, noble, and valued whole, when harmonious ease affords him a pure and free delight, then the universe, if it could experience itself, would exult, as having attained its goal, and admire the climax of its own becoming and essence.

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

Nothing can be compared to the new life that the discovery of another country provides for a thoughtful person. Although I am still the same I believe to have changed to the bones.