The happy do not believe in miracles.

[W]hat counts is that one perceives excellence and dares to give it expression, which sounds little but is in fact a great deal.

No one has ever learned fully to know themselves.

Everything perfect in its kind has to transcend its own kind, it must become something different and incomparable. In some notes the nightingale is still a bird; then it rises above its class and seems to suggest to every winged creature what singing is truly like.

Life is the childhood of our immortality.

We can really respect a man only if he doesn't always look out for himself.

There is nothing in the world more shameful than establishing one's self on lies and fables.