The poet should seize the Particular, and he should, if there be anything sound in it, thus represent the Universal.

The soul is indestructible and its activity will continue through eternity. It is like the sun, which, to our eyes, seems to set at night; but it has in reality only gone to diffuse its light elsewhere.

Who are you then?" "I am part of that power which eternally wills evil and eternally works good.

Commonplaceness, the surrender to the average, that good which is not bad but still the enemy of the best - That is our besetting danger.

Only the heart without a stain knows ease.

Over all the mountain tops is peace. In all treetops you perceive scarcely a breath. The little birds in the forest are silent. Wait then; soon, you too, will have peace.

I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing.