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I have enjoyed earthly happiness, I have lived and loved.

I have enjoyed the happiness of the world; I have loved.

I know that we often tremble at an empty terror; yet the false fancy brings a real misery.

Illusion is brief, but repentance is long.

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

In a narrow circle the mind grows narrow. The more one expands, the larger their aims.

Individual character is in the right that is in strict consistence with itself. Self-contradiction is the only wrong.

Innocence has a friend in heaven.

Intellect--brain force.

In the ardor of pursuit men soon forget the goal from which they start.

In the case of a creative mind, it seems to me, the intellect has withdrawn its watchers from the gates, and the ideas rush in pell-mell and only then does it review and inspect the multitudes.

In the society, where people are just parts in a larger machine, individuals are unable to develop fully.

I speak with the Eternal through the instrument of nature, through the world's history: I read the soul of the artist in his Apollo.

It does not prove a thing to be right because the majority say it is so.

It hinders the creative work of the mind if the intellect examines too closely the ideas as they pour in.

It is at the approach of extreme danger when a hollow puppet can accomplish nothing, that power falls into the mighty hands of nature, of the spirit giant-born, who listens only to himself, and knows nothing of compacts.

It is criminal to steal a purse, daring to steal a fortune, a mark of greatness to steal a crown. The blame diminishes as the guilt increases.

It is difficult to discriminate the voice of truth from amid the clamor raised by heated partisans.

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

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

It is often wise to reveal that which cannot be concealed for long.

It is well for a man when he has learned to endure what he cannot change, and to give up with dignity what he cannot retain.

It may here be justly said, that genuine morality is preserved only in the school of adversity, and a state of continuous prosperity may easily prove a quicksand to virtue.

It would be necessary that they should be already sages to love wisdom...

Joy all creatures drink At nature's bosoms.

Joy, in Nature's wide dominion, Mightiest cause of all is found; And 'tis joy that moves the pinion When the wheel of time goes round.

Joy is the mainspring in the whole Of endless Nature's calm rotation. Joy moves the dazzling wheels that roll In the great Time-piece of Creation.

Joy, thou spark from Heav'n immortal, Daughter of Elysium! Drunk with fire, toward Heaven advancing Goddess, to thy shrine we come. Thy sweet magic brings together What stern Custom spreads afar; All men become brothers Where thy happy wing-beats are.

Knowledge, the object of knowledge and the knower are the three factors which motivate action; the senses, the work and the doer comprise the threefold basis of action.

Let no one despair, even though in the darkest night the last star of hope may disappear.

Life did not present its sunny side to thee.

Life is earnest, art is gay.

Like a dart the present glances, Silent stands the past sublime.

Lose not yourself in a far off time, seize the moment that is thine.

Love can sun the realms of night.

Love guides the stars towards each other, the world plan endures only through love.

Love is only known by him who hopelessly persists in love.

Man ever talks, and Man ever dreams Of better days that are yet to be, After glittering goal, that distant gleams, Running and racing untiringly. The worldly may grow old and young as it will, But the Hope of man is Improvement still. Hope bears him into life in her arms, She flutters around the boy's young bloom, The soul of youth with her magic warms, Nor rests with age in the silent tomb; For ends man his weary course at the grave, There plants he Hope o'er his ashes to wave.

Man is created free, and is free, even though born in chains.

Man is made of ordinary things, and habit is his nurse.

Man is made of the wholly common, and custom is his nurse; woe then to them who lay irreverent hands on his old house-furniture, the dear inheritance from his forefathers: For time consecrates, and what is gray with age becomes religion.

Many a crown shines spotless now that yet was deeply sullied in the winning.

Many a smiling face hides a mourning heart; but grief alone teaches us what we are.

Measure not by the scale of perfection the meager product of reality.

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

Misery travels free through the whole world!

Most gladly would I give the blood-stained laurel for the first violet which March brings us, the fragrant pledge of the new-fledged year.

No emperor has the power to dictate to the heart.

Never the grave gives back what it has won!

No doubt the artist is the child of his time; but woe to him if he is also its disciple, or even its favorite.