Fancy rules over two thirds of the universe, the past, and future, while reality is confined to the present.
The burden of suffering seems a tombstone hung about our necks, while in reality it is only the weight which is necessary to keep down the diver while he is hunting for pearls.
The end we aim at must be known, before the way can be made.
Education should bring to light the ideal of the individual.
In science the new is an advance; but in morals, as contradicting our inner ideals and historic idols, it is ever a retrogression.
Joys are our wings, sorrows our spurs.
No heroine can create a hero through love of one, but she can give birth to one.
Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.
The heart needs not for its heaven much space, nor many stars therein, if only the star of love has arisen.
I would rather dwell in the dim fog of superstition than in air rarefied to nothing by the air-pump of unbelief-in which the panting breast expires, vainly and convulsively gasping for breath.
Never write on a subject without first having read yourself full on it; and never read on a subject till you have thought yourself hungry on it.
See, indeed, that your daughter is thoroughly grounded and experienced in household duties; but take care, through religion and poetry, to keep her heart open to heaven.
Individuality is to be preserved and respected everywhere, as the root of everything good.
A variety of nothing is superior to a monotony of something.
The look of a king is itself a deed.
Laughing cheerfulness throws the light of day on all the paths of life.
Has it never occurred to us, when surrounded by sorrows, that they may be sent to us only for our instruction, as we darken the eyes of birds when we wish them to sing?
With so many thousand joys, is it not black ingratitude to call the world a place of sorrow and torment?
Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can.
A scholar knows no boredom.