Where there is much light, the shadows are deepest. [Ger., Wo viel Licht is, ist starker Schatten.]

A human being needs only a small plot of ground on which to be happy, and even less to lie beneath.

The artist who is not also a craftsman is no good; but, alas, most of our artists are nothing else.

Science arose from poetry... when times change the two can meet again on a higher level as friends.

There is nothing worth thinking but it has been thought before; we must only try to think it again.

Idea and experience will never coincide in the center; only through art and action are they united.

Oblivion is full of people who allow the opinions of others to overrule their belief in themselves.

I hate everything that merely instructs me without augmenting or directly invigorating my activity.

Our passions are the true phoenixes; when the old one is burnt out, a new one rises from its ashes.

Normally, people believe that, if they hear just words, that these words must lead to some thought.

What you have inherited from your fathers, earn over again for yourselves, or it will not be yours.

I can tell you, honest friend, what to believe: believe life; it teaches better that book or orator.

We don't get to know people when they come to us; we must go to them to find out what they are like.

The one who acts is always without conscience; nobody has a conscience but the contemplative person.

How many years must a man do nothing, before he can at all know what is to be done and how to do it!

The artist alone sees spirits. But after he has told of their appearing to him, everybody sees them.

The most fortunate of men, Be he a king or commoner, is he Whose welfare is assured in his own home.

Modern poets mix too much water with their ink. [Ger., Neuere Poeten thun viel Wasser in die Tinte.]

He who serves the public is a poor animal; he worries himself to death and no one thanks him for it.

When she sees the leaves fall, they raise no other idea in her mind than that winter is approaching.

I consider him of no account who esteems himself just as the popular breath may chance to raise him.

We must not take the faults of our youth with us into old age, for age brings along its own defects.

It is better to be doing the most insignificant thing than to reckon even a half-hour insignificant.

Daring ideas are like chessmen moved forward; they may be beaten, but they may start a winning game.

Taste is only to be educated by contemplation, not of the tolerably good but of the truly excellent.

The loss of a much-prized treasure is only half felt when we have not regarded its tenure as secure.

The greatest genius will not be worth much if he pretends to draw exclusively from his own resources

Impotent hatred is the most horrible of all emotions; one should hate nobody whom one cannot destroy.

It is not doing the thing we like to do, but liking the thing we have to do, that makes life blessed.

It is better to do the smallest thing in the world than to hold half an hour to be too small a thing.

Voluntary dependence is the wonderful form of existence, and how could that be possible without love?

The heights charm us, but the steps do not; with the mountain in our view we love to walk the plains.

Good children's literature appeals not only to the child in the adult, but to the adult in the child.

Sin writes histories, goodness is silent. [Ger., Das Uebel macht eine Geschichte und das Gute keine.]

Legislators and revolutionaries who promise both equality and liberty are visionaries and charlatans.

What is hardest of all? That which seems most simple: to see with your eyes what is before your eyes.

Superstition is the poesy of practical life; hence, a poet is none the worse for being superstitious.

Happiness is a ball after which we run wherever it rolls, and we push it with our feet when it stops.

The Evil One has left, the evil ones remain. [Ger., Den Bosen sind sie los, die Bosen sind geblieben.]

We are pantheists when we study nature, polytheists when we write poetry, monotheists in our morality.

Desire is the presentiment of our inner abilities, and the forerunner of our ultimate accomplishments.

So, lively brisk old fellow, don't let age get you down. White hairs or not, you can still be a lover.

In the realm of ideas everything depends on enthusiasm... in the real world all rests on perseverance.

Too many parents make life hard for their children by trying, too zealously, to make it easy for them.

Everything is simpler than one can imagine, and yet complicated and inter-twined beyond comprehension.

A genuine work of art usually displeases at first sight, as it suggests a deficiency in the spectator.

Only the heart without a stain knows perfect ease. [Ger., Ganz unbefleckt geniesst sich nur das Herz.]

I am fully convinced that the soul is indestructible, and its activity will continue through eternity.

Nothing is worth more than this day. You cannot relive yesterday. Tomorrow is still beyond your reach.

What man does not know, Or has not thought of, Wanders in the night Through the labyrinth of the mind.

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