“Far must thy researches go Wouldst thou learn the world to know; Thou must tempt the dark abyss Wouldst thou prove what Being is; Naught but firmness gains the prize, Naught but fullness makes us wise, Buried deep truth e’er lies.”

There is no such thing as chance; and what seem to us merest accident springs from the deepest source of destiny.

Men show no mercy and expect no mercy, when honor calls, or when they fight for their idols or their gods.

Virtue has her heroes too As well as Fame and Fortune.

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!

Where there is much freedom there is much error.

Virtue, though clothed in a beggar’s garb, commands respect.

Art is the right hand of Nature.

A brave man hazards life, but not his conscience.

He who never ventures beyond actuality will never win the prize of truth.

O’er Ocean, with a thousand masts, sails forth the stripling bold- One boat, hard rescued from the deep, draws into port the old!

No emperor has the power to dictate to the heart.

That which is so universal as death must be a benefit.

The universe is a thought of God.

O tender yearning, sweet hoping! The golden time of first love! The eye sees the open heaven, The heart is intoxicated with bliss; O that the beautiful time of young love Could remain green forever.

The mountain cannot frighten one who was born on it.

A beautiful soul has no other merit than its own existence.