Even sleep is characteristic. How beautiful are children in their lovely innocence! how angel-like their blooming features! and how painful and anxious is the sleep of the guilty!

The sorrow which calls for help and comfort is not the greatest, nor does it come from the depths of the heart.

How a person masters his or her fate is more important than what that fate is.

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

In the moral world there is nothing impossible if we can bring a thorough will to it. Man can do everything with himself, but he must not attempt to do too much with others.

Joy mingled with sadness, even with grief, is the deepest human joy. It winds itself about the soul with indescribable sweetness, with a dim but unerring sense for what will some day be born of it.

The government is best which makes itself unnecessary.