Those who hope for no other life are dead even for this.
The great art is judiciously to limit and isolate one’s self.
Really great talent finds its greatest happiness in execution.
One must be something in order to do something.
Nature goes steadily her own way, and what to us appears the exception, is really done according to the rule.
In nature we never see anything isolated, but everything in connection with something else which is before it, beside it, under it and over it.
Hatred is something peculiar. You will always find it strongest and most violent where there is the lowest degree of culture.