Few rash of any modern nation have a proper sense of an aesthetical whole; they praise and blame by parts; they are charmed by passages. And who has greater reason to rejoice in this than actors, since the stage is ever but a patched and piecemeal matter?

Love and desire are the spirit's wings to great deeds.

I let everyone follow his own bent, that I may be free to follow mine.

Error is to truth as sleep is to waking. I have observed that one turns, as if refreshed, from error back to truth.

On the pinnacle of success man does not stand firm long.

But when all is said, the greatest art is to limit and isolate oneself.

What is the path? There is no path. On into the unknown.