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

We are so constituted that we believe the most incredible things; and, once they are engraved upon the memory, woe to him who would endeavor to erase them.

The unnatural, that too is natural.

The greatest difficulties lie where we are not looking for them.

The clever reader who is capable or reading between these lines what does not stand written in them but is nevertheless implied will be able to form some conception.

It is said that no man is a hero to his valet. That is because a hero can be recognized only by a hero.

The mediator of the inexpressible is the work of art.