A shadow is hard to seize by the throat and dash to the ground.
Inanimate objects sometimes appear endowed with a strange power of sight. A statue notices, a tower watches, the face of an edifice contemplates.
Youth, even in its sorrows, always has a brilliancy of its own.
If a writer wrote merely for his time, I would have to break my pen and throw it away.
Nothing is really small; whoever is open to the deep penetration of nature knows this.
He, who every morning plans the transactions of the day, and follows that plan, carries a thread that will guide him through a labyrinth of the most busy life.