Whoever aspiring, struggles on, for him there is salvation.

The child, offered the mother's breast, Will not in the beginning grab it; But soon it clings to it with zest. And thus at wisdom's copious breasts You'll drink each day with greater zest.

Two souls dwell, alas! in my breast.

Everyone is deceived in his hopes, cheated in his expectations.

The artist has a twofold relation to nature; he is at once her master and her slave.

Man's highest merit always is, as much as possible, to rule external circumstances and as little as possible to let himself be ruled by them.

An absent friend gives us friendly company when we are well assured of his happiness.