The confidant of my vices is my master, though he were my valet.

At all times it has not been the age, but individuals alone, who have worked for knowledge. It was the age which put Socrates to death by poison, the age which burnt Huss. The ages have always remained alike.

One must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste.

Art is long, life short, judgment difficult, opportunity transient. To act is easy, to think is hard; to act according to our thought is troublesome. Every beginning is cheerful: the threshold is the place of expectation.

We are forced to participate in the games of life before we can possibly learn how to use the options in the rules governing them.

Yet through delivery orators succeed, I feel that I am far behind indeed.

The true poet is called to take in the splendor of the world and for that reason will always be inclined to praise rather than tofind fault.