He is great who is what he is from nature, and who never reminds us of others.

There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.

All is a riddle, and the key to a riddle...is another riddle.

Man is endogenous, and education is his unfolding. The aid we have from others is mechanical, compared with the discoveries of nature in us. What is thus learned is delightful in the doing, and the effect remains.

Build therefore your own world.

But if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars. The rays that come from those heavenly worlds, will separate between him and vulgar things.

If you criticize a fine genius, the odds are that you are out of your reckoning, and, instead of the poet, are censuring your owncaricature of him.