Excellence Is Rarely Found, More Rarely Valued.

Pain And Pleasure, Good And Evil, Come To Us From Unexpected Sources. It Is Not There Where We Have Gathered Up Our Brightest Hopes, That The Dawn Of Happiness Breaks. It Is Not There Where We Have Glanced Our Eye With Affright, That We Find The Deadliest Gloom. What Should This Teach Us? To Bow To The Great And Only Source Of Light, And Live Humbly And With Confiding Resignation.

And I Like Those Authors Best Whose Scenes Describe My Own Situation In Life-- And The Friends Who Are About Me Whose Stories Touch Me With Interest, From Resembling My Own Homely Existence.

What Must The English And French Think Of The Language Of Our Philosophers When We Germans Do Not Understand It Ourselves?

To Witness Two Lovers Is A Spectacle For The Gods.

When I Consider The Narrow Limits Within Which Our Active And Inquiring Faculties Are Confined; When I See How All Our Energies Are Wasted In Providing For Mere Necessities, Which Again Have No Further End Than To Prolong A Wretched Existence; And Then That All Our Satisfaction Concerning Certain Subjects Of Investigation Ends In Nothing Better Than A Passive Resignation... When I Consider All This... I Am Silent.