Man has his being in truth--if he sacrifices truth he sacrifices himself. Whoever betrays truth betrays himself. It is not a question of lying--but of acting against one's conviction.

The true Poet is all-knowing; he is an actual world in miniature.

Nature is an aeolian harp, a musical instrument whose tones are the re-echo of higher strings within us.

The art of writing books is not yet invented. But it is at the point of being invented. Fragments of this nature are literary seeds. There may be many an infertile grain among them: nevertheless, if only some come up!

The highest purpose of intellectual cultivation is to give a man a perfect knowledge and mastery of his own inner self.

We touch heaven when we lay our hand on a human body!

Character is a wish for a perfect education.