We always cut our poetical theories to suit our talent.

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.

[Moralistic] novels are at the same disadvantage as teachers: children never believe them, because they make everything that happens relate to the lesson at hand.

We cease loving ourselves if no one loves us.

How true it is that, sooner or later, the' most rebellious must bow beneath the yoke of misfortune!

One must, in one's life, make a choice between boredom and suffering.

Never, never have I been loved as I love others!