The finished man, you know, is difficult to please; a growing mind will ever show you gratitude. --Faust 1, lines 182-3

Great endowments often announce themselves in youth in the form of singularity and awkwardness.

All that is transitory is but a metaphor.

Mystery is truth's dancing partner.

Voluntary dependence is the wonderful form of existence, and how could that be possible without love?

A man may twist as he pleases, and do what he pleases, but he inevitably comes back to the track to which nature has destined him.

To the man of thought almost nothing is really ridiculous.