God has bestowed two gifts on man: hope and ignorance. Ignorance is the better of the two.
Great buildings, like great mountains, are the work of centuries.
Caution is the eldest child of wisdom.
Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.
No one can keep a secret better than a child.
For true poetry, complete poetry, consists in the harmony of contraries. Hence, it is time to say aloud--and it is here above allthat exceptions prove the rule--that everything that exists in nature exists in art.