Let no one be like another, yet everyone like the highest. How is this done? Be each one perfect in himself.

To make an epoch in the world, two conditions are manifestly essential-a good head and a great inheritance.

The question "From where does the poet get it?" addresses only the what, nobody learns anything about the how when asking that question.

As all Nature's thousands changes But one changeless God proclaim; So in Art's wide kingdom ranges One sole meaning still the same: This is Truth, eternal Reason, Which from Beauty takes its dress, And serene through time and season Stands aye in loveliness.

Help me to discover Thy truth, O Lord, and preserve me from those who have already found it

To me the external existence of my soul is proved from my idea of activity. If I work incessantly until my death, nature will give me another form of existence when the present can no longer sustain my spirit.

How marvelous, wide and broad is my Inheritance! Time is my property, my estate is time.