Wit lies in recognizing the resemblance among things which differ and the difference between things which are alike.

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

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.

When a noble life has prepared old age, it is not decline that it reveals, but the first days of immortality.

Between God and love, I recognize no mediator but my conscience.

I never was able to believe in the existence of next year except as in a metaphysical notion.

The language of religion can alone suit every situation and every mode of feeling.