“Art is the daughter of freedom.”

The zeal of friends it is that razes me, And not the hate of enemies.

Illusion is brief, but repentance is long.

Votes should be weighed not counted.

He that is over-cautious will accomplish but very little.

In a narrow circle the mind grows narrow. The more one expands, the larger their aims.

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.

The art to breathe and smile despite the pressure of anxiety, takes courage and power, keep appreciating yourself.

It is an act of courage every time you create. Stay brave.

I wept that everything he made was pretty I forgot that I, too, was an art-the girl with a soft heart.

Your smile is an art no one should ever get hold of.

Her face was art and her body was poetry in a short black dress.

If creativity calls, you answer. Otherwise, the words are lost to you forever.

Muses are born from a soul that is aching but I would sacrifice the most beautiful art if I could stop one heart from breaking.

Loneliness is an art shaped by self-love.