Do the duty which lies nearest to thee.

A vi'let on the meadow grew, That no one saw, that no one knew, It was a modest flower. A shepherdess pass'd by that way-- Light footed, pretty and so gay; That way she came, Softly warbling forth her lay.

The bad thing is that thinking about thought doesn't help at all; one has to have it from nature so that the good ideas appear before us like free children of God calling to us: Here we are.

What a torment it is to see so much loveliness passing and repassing before us, and yet not dare to lay hold of it!

In politics as on a sickbed men toss from side to side in hope of lying more comfortably.

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

People are so constituted that everybody would rather undertake what they see others do, whether they have an aptitude for it or not.