Normally, the sciences distance themselves from life and the return to it via a detour.

This is the true measure of love, When we believe that we alone can love, That no one could ever have loved so before us, And that no one will ever love in the same way after us.

Nothing is more fearful than imagination without taste.

The connoisseur of art must be able to appreciate what is simply beautiful, but the common run of people is satisfied with ornament.

The people who are absent are the ideal; those who are present seem to be quite commonplace.

You don't have to travel around the world to understand that the sky is blue everywhere

Those who know nothing of foreign languages know nothing of their own.