What a torment it is to see so much loveliness passing and repassing before us, and yet not dare to lay hold of it!

One is led astray alike by sympathy and coldness, by praise and by blame

The hero draws inspiration from the virtue of his ancestors.

The older I get the more I trust in the law according to which the rose and the lily bloom.

How can one learn to know oneself? Never by introspection, rather by action.

The little that is completed, vanishes from the sight of one who looks forward to what is still to do.

Not art and science only, but patience will be required for the work.