To become properly acquainted with a truth, we must first have disbelieved it, and disputed against it.
Every beloved object is the center point of a paradise.
A character is a completely fashioned will.
Nature is a petrified magic city.
We are near awakening when we dream that we dream.
Friendship, love, and piety ought to be handled with a sort of mysterious secrecy; they ought to be spoken of only in the rare moments of perfect confidence, to be mutually understood in silence. Many things are too delicate to be thought; many more, to be spoken.