There is no distress so complete but that even in the most critical moments the inexplicable sunrise of hope is seen in its depths.

What love commences can be finished by God alone.

Freedom in art, freedom in society, this is the double goal towards which all consistent and logical minds must strive.

Nothing is so stifling as symmetry. Symmetry is boredom, the quintessence of mourning. Despair yawns. There is something more terrible than a hell of suffering - a hell of boredom.

Sublime upon sublime scarcely presents a contrast, and we need a little rest from everything, even the beautiful.

Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

A fall from such a height is rarely straight downwards.