The brilliant passes, like the dew at morn; The true endures, for ages yet unborn.

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.

Whoever wishes to keep a secret must hide the fact that he possesses one.

The beautiful is a phenomenon which is never apparent of itself, but is reflected in a thousand different works of the creator.

Man supposes that he directs his life and governs his actions, when his existence is irretrievably under the control of destiny

He only earns his freedom and his life Who takes them every day by storm.

People are always talking about originality, but what do they mean? As soon as we are born, the world begins to work upon us, and this goes on to the end.