What by a straight path cannot be reached by crooked ways is never won.

What reason would grope for in vain, spontaneous impulse ofttimes achieves at a stroke, with light and pleasureful guidance.

Hope is the second soul of the unhappy.

Cursed Mammon be, when he with treasures To restless action spurs our fate! Cursed when for soft, indulgent leisures, He lays for us the pillows straight.

Everything is simpler than you think and at the same time more complex than you imagine

Superstition belongs to the essence of mankind and takes refuge, when one thinks one has suppressed it completely, in the strangest nooks and crannies; once it is safely ensconced there, it suddenly reappears.

As long as you don't practice it, this dying and becoming, You are only a dreary guest on this dark earth.