“Courage, ne’er by sorrow broken! Aid where tears of virtue flow; Faith to keep each promise spoken! Truth alike to friend and foe!”

Every true genius is bound to be naive.

An honest man you may form of windle-straws, but to make a rogue you must have grist.

Satisfied if they themselves can escape from the hard labour of thought, they willingly abandon to others the guardianship of their thoughts.

Freedom can occur only through education.

Aesthetic matters are fundamental for the harmonious development of both society and the individual.

It is not the mere station of life that stamps the value on us, but the manner in which we act our part.

Fate hath no voice but the heart’s impulse.

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.

On the mountains there is freedom! The world is perfect everywhere, Save where man comes with his torment.

He who has done his best for his own time has lived for all times.

Virtue is no empty echo.

Wine invents nothing; it only tattles.

The jest loses its point when he who makes it is the first to laugh.

Forgiveness is the finding again of a lost possession.

If we do not find anything very pleasant, at least we shall find something new.

In a narrow circle the mind contracts. Man grows with his expanded needs.

Tied up by my heartstrings, I can’t break free from feelings – the restraints too tight, the love too strong.

Gone, but never forgotten. Like the catchy tune to an old song that I used to love.

You chose me to forget her and I chose you to love.

And so she left, whereas then, she realized that just because she was planted here, does not mean here is where she has to grow.

I accepted all of you – except for the vital part, that couldn’t accept all of me.

And when I lie broken with my face pressed to the earth – I will look to the cloudless sky, and reach out for it once more.

This heaviness inside my bones tells me, I still carry the weight of loving you.

It will never be like the way it always was.