Oh happy he who still can hope in our day to breathe the truth while plunged in seas of error! What we don't know is really what we need, and what we know is of no use to us whatever!

We are pantheists as natural scientists, polytheists as poets, and monotheists as moral beings.

Beware of her fair hair, for she excels All women in the magic of her locks; And when she winds them round a young man's neck, She will not ever set him free again.

At bottom, no real object is unpoetical, if the poet knows how to use it properly.

All intelligent thoughts have already been thought; what is necessary is only to try to think them again.

How can you come to know yourself? Never by thinking, always by doing. Try to do your duty, and you'll know right away what you amount to.

Man errs, till he has ceased to strive.