I make presents to the mother but think of the daughter.

One always has time enough, if one will apply it well.

Take life too seriously, and what is it worth? If the morning wake us to no new joys, if the evening bring us not the hope of new pleasure, is it worthwhile to dress and undress?

Human life-everybody lives it, but only to a few is it known.

I have often reaped what others have sowed. My work is the work of a collective being that bears the name Goethe.

We rather confess our moral errors, faults, and crimes than our ignorance.

The style of writing required in the great world is distinguished by a free and daring grace, a careless security, a fine and sharp polish, a delicate and perfect taste; while that fitted for the people is characterized by a vigorous natural fulness, a profound depth of feeling, and an engaging naivete.