He only earns his freedom and his life Who takes them every day by storm.

We are pantheists when we study nature, polytheists when we write poetry, monotheists in our morality.

The work of art may have a moral effect, but to demand moral purpose from the artist is to make him ruin his work.

Talent develops in quiet, alone; character is sharpened in the torrent of the world.

The ideal of beauty is simplicity and tranquility.

Sound and sufficient reason falls, after all, to the share of but few men, and those few men exert their influence in silence.

Man errs, till he has ceased to strive.