All evil is like a nightmare; the instant you stir under it, the evil is gone.

The suffering man ought really to consume his own smoke; there is no good in emitting smoke till you have made it into fire.

A person with half volition goes backwards and forwards, but makes no progress on even the smoothest of roads.

Who is there that, in logical words, can express the effect music has on us?

Thou fool! Nature alone is antique, and the oldest art a mushroom; that idle crag thou sittest on is six thousand years of age.

Stop a moment, cease your work, and look around you.

We are to remember what an umpire Nature is; what a greatness, composure of depth and tolerance there is in her. You take wheat to cast into the Earth's bosom; your wheat may be mixed with chaff, chopped straw, barn-sweepings, dust and all imaginable rubbish; no matter: you cast it into the kind just Earth; she grows the wheat, - the whole rubbish she silently absorbs, shrouds it in, says nothing of the rubbish.