We are never deceived; we deceive ourselves.

The day is of infinite length for him who knows how to appreciate and use it.

It is better to be doing the most insignificant thing than to reckon even a half-hour insignificant.

Our passions are the true phoenixes; when the old one is burnt out, a new one rises from its ashes.

One is led astray alike by sympathy and coldness, by praise and by blame

Colors are the deeds/ and sufferings of light.

To witness two lovers is a spectacle for the gods.