Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it

A skilful man reads his dreams for his selfknowledge; yet not the details, but the quality.

All men are poets at heart. They serve nature for bread, but her loveliness overcomes them sometimes.

One idea lights a thousand candles.

The hero is not fed on sweets, Daily his own heart he eats; Chambers of the great are jails, And head-winds right for royal sails.

Power obeys reality, and not appearances; power is according to quality, and not quantity.

Every man is a quotation from all his ancestors.