“It is only through the morning gate of the beautiful that you can penetrate into the realm of knowledge. That which we feel here as beauty we shall one day know as truth.”

O God, how lovely still is life!

To the fool-king belongs the world.

If you want to study yourself, look into the hearts of other people. If you want to study other people, look into your own heart.

When the wine goes in, strange things come out.

Ever building, building to the clouds, still building higher, and never reflecting that the poor narrow basis cannot sustain the giddy tottering column.

I am called The richest monarch in the Christian world; The sun in my dominion never sets.

It is not flesh and blood, but heart which makes us fathers and sons.

There is a nobility in the world of manners.

Seraphs share with thee Knowledge; but Art, O Man, is thine alone!

For the world is only governed by self-interest.

The average estimate themselves by what they do, the above average by what they are.

Wouldst thou know thyself, observe the actions of others. Wouldst thou other men know, look thou within thine own heart.

Emulation is a noble and just passion, full of appreciation.

Revenge is barren of itself: it is the dreadful food it feeds on; its delight is murder, and its end is despair.

Truth lives on in the midst of deception.

Even now, nature is the only flame, on which the poetic spirit feeds; from it alone it draws all its power, to it alone it speaks even in the artificial, in the man engaged in culture.

Modest humility is beauty’s crown.

It is through beauty that we arrive at freedom.

Books are not made for furniture, but there is nothing else that so beautifully furnishes a house.

She is a phenomenal woman, a red blood eclipsing moon, with wild and bright phases yet complete and beautiful.

Many people leave the country to see beautiful places. I just look out the window and see some of the most gorgeous scenery ever, right here in the USA.

Wealth makes an ugly person beautiful to look on and an incoherent speech eloquent; and wealth alone can enjoy pleasure even in sickness and can conceal its miseries.

The journey of life – we all go through it: You have love, you lose love, you find new love. To have love again is a beautiful thing.

It’s like you have a child and you think, ‘Everything that I’ve done up until this point is insignificant in comparison to being a father.’ It’s a beautiful, beautiful thing.