When I consider the narrow limits within which our active and inquiring faculties are confined; when I see how all our energies are wasted in providing for mere necessities, which again have no further end than to prolong a wretched existence; and then that all our satisfaction concerning certain subjects of investigation ends in nothing better than a passive resignation... when I consider all this... I am silent.

I wish the stage were as narrow as the wire of a tighrope dancer so that no incompetent would dare step upon it.

He who does not expect a million readers should not write a line.

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

The mob has nothing to lose, everything to gain.

Beauty is a primeval phenomenon, which itself never makes its appearance, but the reflection of which is visible in a thousand different utterances of the creative mind, and is as various as nature herself.

The miller believes that all the wheat grows so that his mill keeps running.