A purpose you impart is no longer your own.

It is working within limits that the craftsman reveals himself.

I have possessed that heart, that noble soul, in whose presence I seemed to be more than I really was, because I was all that I could be.

One is led astray alike by sympathy and coldness, by praise and by blame

The flowers of life are but illusions. How many fade away and leave no trace.

The day is for mistake and error, sequence of time for success and carrying out. The one who anticipates is master of the day.

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