Whether one show one's self a man of genius in science or compose a song, the only point is, whether the thought, the discovery, the deed, is living and can live on.
What sort of God would it be, who only pushed from without.
One is led astray alike by sympathy and coldness, by praise and by blame
A man's foibles are what makes him lovable.
Sameness leaves us in peace but it is contradiction that makes us productive.
Every beginning is cheerful.