The most beautiful, perhaps the only true philosophical song existing in any known tongue ....perhaps the deepest and loftiest thing the world has to show.

Life, in all ranks and situations, is an outward occupation, an actual and active work.

The price of apparent happiness and enjoyment is the neglect of the spontaneous active energies of the acting members.

Man is more disposed to domination than freedom; and a structure of dominion not only gladdens the eye of the master who rears and protects it, but even its servants are uplifted by the thought that they are members of a whole, which rises high above the life and strength of single generations.

Fancy brings us as many vain hopes as idle fears.

All translating seems to me to be simply an attempt to accomplish an impossible task.

Happiness is so nonsynonymous with joy or pleasure that it is not infrequently sought and felt in grief and deprivation.