“He, that noble prize possessing He that boasts a friend that’s true, He whom woman’s love is blessing, Let him join the chorus too!”

The painter is, as to the execution of his work, a mechanic; but as to his conception and spirit and design he is hardly below even the poet.

We, we live! ours are the hours, and the living have their claims.

Let no one despair, even though in the darkest night the last star of hope may disappear.

Truth suffers no loss if a vehement youth fails in finding it, in the same way that virtue and religion suffer no detriment if a criminal denies them.

Day’s lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.

The world is ruled only by consideration of advantages.

Think with awe on the slow and quiet power of time.

The dignity of man into your hands is given; Oh, keep it well, with you it sinks or lifts itself to heaven.

Grace is the beauty of form under the influence of freedom.

Spring flies, and with it all the train it leads; and flowers, in fading, leave us but their seeds.

Ah, to that far distant strand Bridge there was not to convey, Not a bark was near at hand, Yet true love soon found the way.

Every great mind seeks to labor for eternity. All men are captivated by immediate advantages; great minds alone are excited by the prospect of distant good.

Love guides the stars towards each other, the world plan endures only through love.

Whatever lives, lives to die in sorrow. We engage our hearts, and grasp after the things of this world, only to undergo the pang of losing them.

Many a crown shines spotless now that yet was deeply sullied in the winning.

The key to education is the experience of beauty.