It is not doing the thing we like to do, but liking the thing we have to do, that makes life blessed.

National literature does not mean much these days; now is the age of world literature, and every one must contribute to hasten thearrival of that age.

Woe to falsehood! it affords no relief to the breast, like truth; it gives us no comfort, pains him who forges it, and like an arrow directed by a god flies back and wounds the archer.

What matters in art is not thinking but making.

Man errs, till he has ceased to strive.

Please send me your last pair of shoes, worn out with dancing as you mentioned in your letter, so that I might have something to press against my heart.

The greater part of all the mischief in the world arises from the fact that men do not sufficiently understand their own aims.