A talent is formed in stillness, a character in the world's torrent.
The universal subjugator, the commonplace.
Our wishes are presentiments of the abilities that lie in us, harbingers of what we will be able to accomplish.
Truth is a torch, but a terrific one; therefore we all try to reach it with closed eyes, lest we should be scorched.
We have time enough if we but use it aright
The miller believes that all the wheat grows so that his mill keeps running.