Cursed Mammon be, when he with treasures To restless action spurs our fate! Cursed when for soft, indulgent leisures, He lays for us the pillows straight.

Culture which smooth the whole world licks, Also unto the devil sticks.

It is unpleasant to miss even the most trifling thing to which we have been accustomed.

There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots, the other, wings.

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

Translators can be considered as busy matchmakers who praise as extremely desirable a half-veiled beauty. They arouse an irresistible yearning for the original.

Microscopes and telescopes really confuse our minds.