Men in a state of nature, uncivilized nations, children, have a great fondness for colors in their utmost brightness, and especially for yellow-red.

I never knew a more presumptuous person than myself. The fact that I say that shows that what I say is true.

On every mountain height is rest.

The misfortune in the state is, that nobody can enjoy life in peace, but that everybody must govern; and in art, that nobody will enjoy what has been produced, but that every one wants to reproduce on his own account.

Our hands we open of our own free will, and the good flies, which we can never recall.

He is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.

We will burn that bridge when we come to it.