We are so constituted that we believe the most incredible things; and, once they are engraved upon the memory, woe to him who would endeavor to erase them.

I nothing had, and yet enough for youth--Joy in Illusion, ardent thirst for Truth. Give unrestrained, the old emotion, The bliss that touched the verge of pain, The strength of Hate, Love's deep devotion,--O, give me back my youth again!

To act is easy; to think is hard.

In art, to express the infinite one should suggest infinitely more than is expressed.

If you inquire what people are like here, I must answer, "The same as everywhere."

In the end we retain from our studies only that which we practically apply.

What is part of you, you cannot get rid of, even if you were to throw it away.