How often do I lull my seething blood to rest, for you have never seen anything so unsteady, so uncertain, as this heart.

A word spoken is a terrible thing when it suddenly utters what the heart has long allowed.

Faust: Who holds the devil, let him hold him well, He hardly will be caught a second time.

Is this the destiny of man? Is he only happy before he has acquired his reason or after he has lost it?

Misunderstandings and neglect occasion more mischief in the world than malice and wickedness.

It's true that nothing in this world makes us so necessary to others as the affection we have for them.

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

Who is the happiest of men? He who values the merits of others, and in their pleasure takes joy, even as though 'twere his own.

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