The world is so full of simpletons and madmen, that one need not seek them in a madhouse.

I examine my own being, and find there a world, but a world rather of imagination and dim desires, than of distinctness and living power. Then everything swims before my senses, and I smile and dream while pursuing my way through the world.

We can redeem anyone who strives unceasingly.

I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing.

Just as, out of habit, one consults a run-down clock as though it were still going, so too one may look at the face of a beautiful woman as though he still loved her.

To like things like, whatever one may ail; There is certain help.

Self-love exaggerates our faults as well as our virtues.