There is nothing new on earth / For a person who lives long and experiences much. / In my years of youthful wandering / I have seen crystallized people.

Over all the mountain tops is peace.

Some books seem to have been written, not to teach us anything, but to let us know that the author has known something.

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

The one who acts is always without conscience; nobody has a conscience but the contemplative person.

Love has the tendency of pressing together all the lights - all the rays emitted from the beloved object by the burning-glass of fantasy, - into one focus, and making of them one radiant sun without any spots.

Our friends show us what we can do; our enemies teach us what we must do.