The artist has a twofold relation to nature; he is at once her master and her slave.

Hatred is a heavy burden. It sinks the heart deep in the breast, and lies like a tombstone on all joys.

Every spoken word arouses our self-will.

It is much easier to meet with error than to find truth; error is on the surface, and can be more easily met with; truth is hid in great depths, the way to seek does not appear to all the world.

Music is so elevated that it is beyond the reach of intellect and there flows from it an influence which is all-potent, and which noone can explain.

Modern poets add a lot of water to their ink.

It is one of Heaven's best gifts to hold such a dear creature in one's arms.