Man's most valuable faculty is his imagination.

Goethe has made a remark upon the perfectability of the human mind, which is full of sagacity: It is always advancing, but in a spiral line.

There is no reality on this earth except religion and the power of love; all the rest is even more fugitive than life itself.

Love is admiring with the heart. And admiring is loving with the mind.

I am glad that I am not a man, for then I should have to marry a woman.

The sight of such a monument is like continual and stationary music, which one hears for one's good as one approaches it.

I must keep on rowing, not until I reach port but until I reach my grave.