Fate hath no voice but the heart’s impulse.
Death is a mighty mediator. There all the flames of rage are extinguished, hatred is appeased, and angelic pity, like a weeping sister, bends with gentle and close embrace over the funeral urn.
Vast, colossal destiny, which raises man to fame, though it may also grind him to powder!
Individual character is in the right that is in strict consistence with itself. Self-contradiction is the only wrong.
Foster the beautiful, and every hour thou tallest new flowers to birth.
The May of life blooms once and never again.
Truth exists for the wise, beauty for the feeling heart.
Who dares nothing, need hope for nothing.
I am my own heaven and hell!
Of all the possessions of this life fame is the noblest; when the body has sunk into the dust the great name still lives.
A pity about the people! they are brave enough comrades, but they have heads like a soapboiler’s.
If we do not find anything very pleasant, at least we shall find something new.
The game of life looks cheerful when one carries a treasure safe in his heart.
His saying was: live and let live.
What is life without the radiance of love?
Love is only known by him who hopelessly persists in love.
The dictates of the heart are the voice of fate.
Thus Arm in Arm with thee I dare defy my century into the lists.
Freedom exists only with power.
He who has done his best for his own time has lived for all times.