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.

Hatred is a heavy burden. It sinks the heart deep in the breast, and lies like a tombstone on all joys.

The safest thing is always to try to convert everything that is in us and around us into action; let the others talk and argue about it as they please.

A resolution that is communicated is no longer within thy power; thy attentions become now the plaything of chance; he who would have his commands certainly carried out must take man by surprise.

To live within limits. To want one thing. Or a few things very much and love them dearly. Cling to them, survey them from every angle. Become one with them - that is what makes the poet, the artist, the human being.

A man doesn't learn to understand anything unless he loves it.

Treat people the way they are and they will stay that way. Treat people the way they can become and they will become that way.