When she sees the leaves fall, they raise no other idea in her mind than that winter is approaching.

I wish the stage were as narrow as the wire of a tighrope dancer so that no incompetent would dare step upon it.

Great thoughts and a pure heart, that is what we should ask from God.

A useless life is an early death.

You acquire a language most readily in the country where it is spoken; you study mineralogy best among miners; and so with everything else.

But who will dare to speak the truth out clear? The few who anything of truth have learned, And foolishly did not keep truth concealed, Their thoughts and visions to the common herd revealed, Since time began we've crucified and burned

Names are but noise and smoke, Obscuring heavenly light.