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

It is difficult to discriminate the voice of truth from amid the clamor raised by heated partisans.

Misery travels free through the whole world!

Historians are prophets with their face turned backward.

A noble soul spreads even over a face in which the architectonic beauty is wanting an irresistible grace, and a often even triumphs over the natural disfavor.

Deaf rage that hears no leader.

Around, around, Companions all, take your ground, And name the bell with joy profound! CONCORDIA is the word we’ve found Most meet to express the harmonious sound, That calls to those in friendship bound.

No cause has he to say his doom is harsh, who’s made the master of his destiny.

False fancy brings real misery.

Stern is the visage of necessity.

Honor women! they entwine and weave heavenly roses in our earthly life.

Art is the daughter of freedom.

A gloomy guest fits not a wedding feast.

While the womanly god demands our veneration, the godlike woman kindles our love; but while we allow ourselves to melt in the celestial loveliness, the celestial self-sufficiency holds us back in awe.

Mankind is made great or little by its own will.

No, no! I do nature injustice. She gave us inventive faculty, and set us naked, and helpless on the shore of this great ocean,–the world; swim those who can, the heavy may go to the bottom.

No greater grief than to remember days of gladness when sorrow is at hand.

The single common denominator of men and women who achieve great things is a sense of destiny.

Helping people in need is a good and essential part of my life, a kind of destiny.

Nothing brings me more happiness than trying to help the most vulnerable people in society. It is a goal and an essential part of my life – a kind of destiny. Whoever is in distress can call on me. I will come running wherever they are.

We poor creatures are born for man’s pleasure and amusement, and destined to go through endless sufferings and trials.

Dear friend, Your heart is a polished mirror. You must wipe it dean of the veil of dust that has gathered upon it, because it is destined to reflect the light of divine secrets.

If the average person realized the power he wields over his life and destiny, he would live in a perpetual state of wonder and thanksgiving.

Man everywhere has an unconquerable desire to be the master of his own destiny.

Only those who develop their minds and spirits to the utmost can serve Heaven and fulfill their own destinies.