Nothing is true, but that which is simple.

Such is the frailty of man that even where he makes the truest and most forcible impression in the memory, in the heart of his beloved, there also he must perish.

Beware of dissipating your powers; strive constantly to concentrate them.

There is a politeness of the heart; this is closely allied to love.

A person places themselves on a level with the ones they praise.

There is nothing outside of us that is not at the same time in us, and as the external world has its colors the eye, too, has colors.

We are pantheists as natural scientists, polytheists as poets, and monotheists as moral beings.