Even now, nature is the only flame, on which the poetic spirit feeds; from it alone it draws all its power, to it alone it speaks even in the artificial, in the man engaged in culture.

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

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

The hat is the pride of man; for he who cannot keep his hat on before kings and emperors is no free man.

The happy man does not notice the flight of time.

We can never replace a friend. When a man is fortunate enough to have several, he finds they are all different. No one has a double in friendship.