“Innocence has a friend in heaven.”

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.