Love and desire are the spirit's wings to great deeds.

What men usually say of misfortunes, that they never come alone, may with equal truth be said of good fortune; nay, of other circumstances which gather round us in a harmonious way, whether it arise from a kind of fatality, or that man has the power of attracting to himself things that are mutually related.

Care is taken that trees do not grow into the sky.

Superstition is rooted in a much deeper and more sensitive layer of the psyche than skepticism.

Sometimes I don't understand how another can love her, is allowed to love her, since I love her so completely myself, so intensely, so fully, grasp nothing, know nothing, have nothing but her!

Few men have imagination enough for reality.

The mortal race is far too weak not to grow dizzy on unwonted brights.