“Far must thy researches go Wouldst thou learn the world to know; Thou must tempt the dark abyss Wouldst thou prove what Being is; Naught but firmness gains the prize, Naught but fullness makes us wise, Buried deep truth e’er lies.”

Deeper meaning resides in the fairy tales told to me in my childhood than in the truth that is taught by life.

It is only through the morning gate of the beautiful that you can penetrate into the realm of knowledge. That which we feel here as beauty we shall one day know as truth.

Disappointments are to the soul what a thunderstorm is to the air.

There is more to life than just existing and having a pleasant time.

It does not prove a thing to be right because the majority say it is so.

Thus Arm in Arm with thee I dare defy my century into the lists.

Be true, and thou shalt fetter time with everlasting chain.

A virtuous name is the precious only good, for which queens and peasants’ wives must contest together.

The worst of me is known, and I can say that I am better than the reputation I bear.

Heaven and earth fight in vain against a dunce!

Lose not yourself in a far off time, seize the moment that is thine.

Never the grave gives back what it has won!

Sorrows must die with the joys they outnumber.

O God, how lovely still is life!

To the fool-king belongs the world.

If you want to study yourself, look into the hearts of other people. If you want to study other people, look into your own heart.

Why are you leaving me? He wrote, I do not know how to live. I do not know either but I am trying. I do not know how to try. There were some things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So i buried them and let them hurt me

A seed has to get buried in the soil for its real form as a plant to emerge. Only through modesty and humility can we grow. Pride and conceit will only destroy us. Live with the firm attitude, ‘I am everyone’s servant.’ Then the whole universe will bow down to us.

Doctors bury their mistakes, but mine are still on scholarship.

But assuredly Fortune rules in all things; she raised to eminence or buries in oblivion everything from caprice rather than from well-regulated principle.

Your seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. No man’s field brings him greater profit than yours, Phileros.

Afraid of decision, I buried my finer feelings in the depths of my heart and they died there.

I’ve lived to bury my desires, And see my dreams corrode with rust; Now all that’s left are fruitless fires That burn my empty heart to dust.

I’ve always been right here buried under the rubble of fear; I simply forgot how near I’ve always been to the heart that holds love dear.