On top of the world, or in the depths of despair.

Every offense is avenged on earth.

Happy contractedness of youth, nay, of mankind in general, that they think neither of the high nor the deep, of the true nor the false, but only of what is suited to their own conceptions.

Time is a strange thing. It is a whimsical tyrant, which in every century has a different face for all that one says and does.

The light is there, and colors surround us. However, if there were no light nor colors in our own eye, we wouldn't perceive such things outside of us.

Properly speaking, we learn from those books only that we cannot judge. The author of a book that I am competent to criticise would have to learn from me.

Desire is the presentiment of our inner abilities, and the forerunner of our ultimate accomplishments.