Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.

It is the essence of truth that it is never excessive.... We must not resort to the flame where only light is required.

Popularity? It's glory's small change.

All the human and animal manure which the world wastes, if returned to the land, instead of being thrown into the sea, would suffice to nourish the world.

Are you afraid of the good you might do?

There is a sacred horror about everything grand. It is easy to admire mediocrity and hills; but whatever is too lofty, a genius as well as a mountain, an assembly as well as a masterpiece, seen too near, is appalling.

One of the hardest tasks is to extract continually from one's soul an almost inexhaustible ill will.