The best slave is the one who thinks he is free.

Even though the world as a whole progresses, youth must always start again from the beginning, and as individuals go through the epochs of the world's culture.

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.

Doubt grows with knowledge.

There is no outward sign of true courtesy that does not rest on a deep moral foundation.

At the end of life thoughts hitherto impossible come to the collected mind, like good spirits which let themselves down from the shining heights of the past.

What makes poetry? A full heart, brimful of one noble passion.