Collectors are happy people.
The artist has a twofold relation to nature; he is at once her master and her slave.
Create, artist, do not talk.
Perfection is the measure of heaven, and the wish to be perfect the measure of man.
Talent develops in quiet, alone; character is sharpened in the torrent of the world.
The happy do not believe in miracles.
Oblivion is full of people who allow the opinions of others to overrule their belief in themselves.
The clever reader who is capable or reading between these lines what does not stand written in them but is nevertheless implied will be able to form some conception.
The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.
Dream no small dreams for they have no power to move the hearts of men.
Behavior is the mirror in which everyone shows their image.
A person hears only what they understand.
Only by joy and sorrow does a person know anything about themselves and their destiny. They learn what to do and what to avoid.
All theory, dear friend, is gray, but the golden tree of life springs ever green.
If I love you, what business is it of yours?
All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own.
The coward only threatens when he is safe.
Common sense is the genius of humanity.
Daring ideas are like chessmen moved forward; they may be beaten, but they may start a winning game.
There is nothing in the world more shameful than establishing one’s self on lies and fables.