Who can mistake great thoughts? They seize upon the mind; arrest and search, And shake it; bow the tall soul as by wind; Rush over it like a river reeds.

Sorrow is a stone that crushes a single bearer to the ground, while two are able to carry it with ease.

Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.

The hero is the world-man, in whose heart One passion stands for all, the most indulged.

The ground of all great thoughts is sadness.

Blessings star forth forever; but a curse is like a cloud, it passes.

Music tells no truths.