Everyone only hears what he understands.

Neither art thou the man to catch the fiend and hold him! [Ger., Du bist noch nicht der Mann den Teufel festzuhalten.

if only these treasures were not so fragile as they are precious and beautiful.

He who serves the public is a poor animal; he worries himself to death and no one thanks him for it.

We all walk in mysteries. We are surrounded by an atmosphere about which we still know nothing at all.

Are we not also married to conscience which we would love to get rid of often enough since it is more bothersome than a man or a woman ever could become?

Our wishes are presentiments of the abilities that lie in us, harbingers of what we will be able to accomplish.