“The storm is master. Man, as a ball, is tossed twixt winds and billows.”

Even weak men when united are powerful.

The brave person thinks of himself last of all.

Whatever is not forbidden is permitted.

The strong man is strongest when alone.

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.

I do not consider divorce an evil by any means. It is just as much a refuge for women married to brutal men as Canada was to the slaves of brutal masters.

She who succeeds in gaining the mastery of the bicycle will gain the mastery of life.

Farewell, ole Maser, don’t think hard of me, I’m going on to Canada, where all the slaves are free.

The master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house.

The love of a dog for his master is notorious; in the agony of death he has been known to caress his master, and everyone has heard of the dog suffering under vivisection, who licked the hand of the operator; this man, unless he had a heart of stone, must have felt remorse to the last hour of his life.

Begin by learning to draw and paint like the old masters. After that, you can do as you like; everyone will respect you.

You are the true master of death, because the true master does not seek to run away from Death.

The man who speaks to you of sacrifice, speaks of slaves and masters. And intends to be the master.