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.

If in the infinite you want to stride, Just walk in the finite to every side.

You can put up with everything in this world except not with a long stretch of beautiful days.

I have heard myself accused of being an opponent, an enemy of mathematics, which no one can value more highly than I, for it accomplishes the very thing whose achievement has been denied me.

What is the path? There is no path. On into the unknown.

Duty is the demand of the hour.

Love grants in a moment what toil can hardly acheive in an age.