I examine my own being, and find there a world, but a world rather of imagination and dim desires, than of distinctness and living power. Then everything swims before my senses, and I smile and dream while pursuing my way through the world.
Those that are firm in their will mold the world to themselves.
Classicism is health, romanticisim is sickness.
Stupidity is without anxiety.
Patriotism corrupts history.
Dispel not, the happy delusions of children.