“Sorrows must die with the joys they outnumber.”

The game of life looks cheerful when one carries a treasure safe in his heart.

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.

Many a smiling face hides a mourning heart; but grief alone teaches us what we are.

There is no solitude in nature.

Nothing leads to good that is not natural.

We must bear what Heaven sends.

Friends show me what I can do, foes teach me what I should do.

The history of the world is the world’s court of justice.

Not without a shudder may the human hand reach into the mysterious urn of destiny.

Sentimental poetry differs from naive poetry in that it relates the real state at which the latter stops to ideas and applies ideas to that reality.

It is often wise to reveal that which cannot be concealed for long.

Most gladly would I give the blood-stained laurel for the first violet which March brings us, the fragrant pledge of the new-fledged year.

Don’t let your heart depend on things That ornament life in a fleeting way! He who possesses, let him learn to lose, He who is fortunate, let him learn pain.

Keep true to the dreams of your youth.

Against stupidity the very gods themselves contend in vain.

Measure not by the scale of perfection the meager product of reality.

The young man, born to rule England, which his dying father commended to him. Once his father is dead, London will cavil. The kingdom is taken back from his son.

You are what it feels like to watch the final silvers of sun fall and die into the silver ocean; tangerine sky giving way to moon-glow and starlight.

I promise I shall never give up, and that I’ll die yelling and laughing, and that until then I’ll rush around this world I insist is holy and pull at everyone’s lapel and make them confess to me and to all.

Hypocrisy is the characteristic feature of the dying bourgeois epoch.

The sudden death of the leading man will cause change, making another man leader. Soon, but too late, the young man will attain high office. By land and sea, he will be feared.

The life is worth living. It’s not true, what the tired and reactionary say. We’re not on this earth to suffer and die. We’re here to fulfill a mission.

Every scar is a burial of pain, every face is a graveyard of days.

If I don’t eat soon, I’ll die of hunger; and if I die, I won’t eat soon.