Nature understands no jesting. She is always true, always serious, always severe. She is always right, and the errors are always those of man.

The march of intellect, which licks all the world into shape, has even reached the devil.

Things which matter most must never be at the mercy of things which matter least.

The web of this world is woven of Necessity and Chance. Woe to him who has accustomed himself from his youth up to find something necessary in what is capricious, and who would ascribe something like reason to Chance and make a religion of surrendering to it.

Do thine own task, and be therewith content.

We don't get to know people when they come to us; we must go to them to find out what they are like.

Gifts come from above in their own peculiar forms.