I will say with Lorenzo de Medici that those who do not hope for another life are always dead to this one.

Whatever is the lot of humankind I want to taste within my deepest self. I want to seize the highest and the lowest, to load its woe and bliss upon my breast, and thus expand my single self titanically and in the end go down with all the rest.

It is only in misery that we recognize the hand of God leading good men to good.

Woe to falsehood! it affords no relief to the breast, like truth; it gives us no comfort, pains him who forges it, and like an arrow directed by a god flies back and wounds the archer.

The more one knows, the more one comprehends, the more one realizes that everything turns in a circle.

That which thy fathers have bequeathed to thee, earn it anew if thou wouldst possess it.

Lay hold of life with both hands, whenever thou mayest seize it, it is interesting.