“The lamp of genius burns quicker than the lamp of life.”

A childlike mind in its simplicity practises that science of good to which the wise may be blind.

Individual character is in the right that is in strict consistence with itself. Self-contradiction is the only wrong.

The iron chain and the silken cord are both equally bonds.

Dear is my friend–yet from my foe, as from my friend, comes good: My friend shows what I can do, and my foe what I should.

The dream is short, repentance long.

Cling to thy native land, for it is the land of thy fathers?

Without a home must the soldier go, a changeful wanderer, and can warm himself at no home-lit hearth.

The joke loses everything when the joker laughs himself.

The mind is the eyesight of the soul.

I have enjoyed the happiness of the world; I have loved.

What shall he fear that does not fear death.

Every true genius is bound to be naive.

An honest man you may form of windle-straws, but to make a rogue you must have grist.

Satisfied if they themselves can escape from the hard labour of thought, they willingly abandon to others the guardianship of their thoughts.

Freedom can occur only through education.

Aesthetic matters are fundamental for the harmonious development of both society and the individual.

If you see what you do each day as your way of loving the world and helping it heal, then life gets to be a lot different. The difference between burning up and burning out is the difference between loving what you are doing and not loving it.

I write just because the fire of my emotion is burning. Had I not, I would not have been able to find peace.

Everything was black in the harbor, but there were still some fires burning on the ships.

When God makes His presence felt through us, we are like the burning bush: Moses never took any heed what sort of bush it was—he only saw the brightness of the Lord.

If he were on fire, he couldn’t act as if he were burning. He can’t out-act me on the big screen.

Isn’t desire always the same, whether the object is present or absent? Isn’t the object always absent? -This isn’t the same languor: there are two words: Pothos, desire for the absent being, and Himéros, the more burning desire for the present being.

But what I kept wondering about is this: that first second when she felt her skirt burning, what did she think?

It is one thing to touch a flame and know it is hot, but quite another to jump into that flame and be consumed by it.