Ambition and love are the wings of great actions.

Mannerism is always longing to have done, and has no true enjoyment in work. A genuine, really great talent, on the other hand, has its greatest happiness in execution.

Superstition is the poetry of life.

Those who have no hope for a future life are already dead for the present one.

You accuse a woman of wavering affections, but don't blame her; she is just looking for a consistent man.

Hatred is partial, but love is still more so.

At all times it has not been the age, but individuals alone, who have worked for knowledge. It was the age which put Socrates to death by poison, the age which burnt Huss. The ages have always remained alike.