One ought, everyday, to hear a song, read a fine poem, and, if possible, to speak a few reasonable words.

The man who acts never has any conscience; no one has any conscience but the man who thinks

Wind is the loving Wooer of waters; Wind blends together Billows all-foaming. Spirit of man, Thou art like unto water! Fortune of man, Thou art like unto wind!

And step by step, along the path of life, There's nothing true but Heaven.

The Woman-Soul leadeth us upward and on!

Who is the wisest man? He who neither knows or wishes for anything else than what happens.

The work of art may have a moral effect, but to demand moral purpose from the artist is to make him ruin his work.