You are, when all is done-just what you are.

Daring ideas are like chessmen moved forward; they may be beaten, but they may start a winning game.

The little that is completed, vanishes from the sight of one who looks forward to what is still to do.

We are pantheists when we study nature, polytheists when we write poetry, monotheists in our morality.

A life without love, without the presence of the beloved, is nothing but a mere magic-lantern show. We draw out slide after slide, swiftly tiring of each, and pushing it back to make haste for the next.

The history of mankind is his character.

Ohne Hast, aber ohne Rast. - Without haste, but without rest.