Classicism is health, romanticisim is sickness.

No one knows what he is doing so long as he is acting rightly; but of what is wrong one is always conscious.

Every need whose true satisfaction is denied leads by necessity to faith.

Happy the man who early learns the wide chasm that lies between his wishes and his powers.

He who enjoys doing and enjoys what he has done is happy.

I do not now begin, - I still adore Her whom I early cherish'd in my breast; Then once again with prudence dispossess'd, And to whose heart I'm driven back once more. The love of Petrarch, that all-glorious love, Was unrequited, and, alas, full sad.

One is never satisfied with the portrait of a person that one knows.