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

Change amuses the mind, but rarely profits.

The march of intellect, which licks all the world into shape, has even reached the devil.

The soul-stirring image of death is no bugbear to the sage, and is looked on without despair by the pious. It teaches the former to live, and it strengthens the hopes of the latter in salvation in the midst of distress. Death is new life to both.

When the healthy nature of man acts as a whole, when he feels himself to be in the world as in a great, beautiful, noble, and valued whole, when harmonious ease affords him a pure and free delight, then the universe, if it could experience itself, would exult, as having attained its goal, and admire the climax of its own becoming and essence.

I am what I am, so take me as I am!.

Those who know nothing of foreign languages know nothing of their own.