So long as you live and work, you will be misunderstood; to that you must resign yourself once and for all. Be silent!

Over all the mountain tops is peace. In all treetops you perceive scarcely a breath. The little birds in the forest are silent. Wait then; soon, you too, will have peace.

Time is a strange thing. It is a whimsical tyrant, which in every century has a different face for all that one says and does.

Dispel not, the happy delusions of children.

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.

How happy he who can still hope to lift himself from this sea of error! What we know not, that we are anxious to possess, and cannot use what we know.

You don't love if you don't take the beloved's faults for virtues.