If we are out of synch with ourselves, everything is out of synch for us.

What a torment it is to see so much loveliness passing and repassing before us, and yet not dare to lay hold of it!

I am not omniscient, but I know a lot.

The finished man, you know, is difficult to please; a growing mind will ever show you gratitude. --Faust 1, lines 182-3

What I possess, seems far away to me, and what is gone becomes reality.

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

No one feels himself easy in a garden which does not look like the open country.