Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
No pressure, no diamonds.
Thought is the parent of the deed.
To himself everyone is immortal; he may know that he is going to die, but he can never know that he is dead.
Reform is not pleasant, but grievous; no person can reform themselves without suffering and hard work, how much less a nation.
Let us be grateful to the mirror for revealing to us our appearance only.
The youth of an art is, like the youth of anything else, its most interesting period. When it has come to the knowledge of good and evil it is stronger, but we care less about it.
Believe that with your feelings and your work you are taking part in the greatest; the more strongly you cultivate this belief, the more will reality and the world go forth from it.
The old cathedrals are good, but the great blue dome that hangs over everything is better.
In books lies the soul of the whole past time.