One ought, everyday, to hear a song, read a fine poem, and, if possible, to speak a few reasonable words.
What one has wished for in youth, in old age one has in abundance.
Nothing should be valued higher than the value of the day.
Toleration ought in reality to be merely a transitory mood. It must lead to recognition. To tolerate is to affront.
When one is polite in German, one lies.
What is the destiny of man, but to fill up the measure of his sufferings, and to drink his allotted cup of bitterness?