One cannot always be a hero, but one can always be a man.
Let us live in as small a circle as we will, we are either debtors or creditors before we have had time to look around.
The Woman-Soul leadeth us upward and on!
Fools and wise men are equally harmless. It is the half-fools and half-wise that are dangerous.
Faith is like private capital, stored in one’s own house. It is like a public savings bank or loan office, from which individuals receive assistance in their days of need; but here the creditor quietly takes his interest for himself.
The child, offered the mother’s breast, Will not in the beginning grab it; But soon it clings to it with zest. And thus at wisdom’s copious breasts You’ll drink each day with greater zest.
Three things are to be looked to in a building: that it stand on the right spot; that it is securely founded; that it be successfully executed.
Art is constitutive-the artist determines beauty. He does not take it over.
The ideal of beauty is simplicity and tranquility.
Do not, I beg you, look for anything behind phenomena. They are themselves their own lesson.
Seize this very minute. What you can do or dream you can do, begin it. Begin it and the work will be completed.
Since I have heard often enough that everyone in the end has his own religion, nothing seemed more natural to me than to fashion my own.
In the end we retain from our studies only that which we practically apply.
These auspicious aspects, which the astrologers subsequently interpreted for me, may have been the causes of my preservation.
How marvelous, wide and broad is my Inheritance! Time is my property, my estate is time.
It is the great triumph of genius to make the common appear novel.
To act is easy; to think is hard.
You don’t have to travel around the world to understand that the sky is blue everywhere.
Good children’s literature appeals not only to the child in the adult, but to the adult in the child.
Know’st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket’s gloom, Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose!