“Now I find my good menAre gathered in the nightTo wait in silence, not to sleepAnd the glorious word of libertyThey whisper and murmurTill in unaccustomed strangenessOn the steps of our temperOnce again in delight they cryFreedom! Freedom!”

“I know I can trust in my heart…that she…dare I, can I express heaven in a few words? That she loves me.”

“All truly wise thoughts have been thought already thousands of times; but to make them truly ours, we must think them over again honestly, until they take root in our personal experience.”

“The rich want good wine, the poor, plenty of wine.”

“How clearly I have seen my condition, yet how childishly I have acted. How clearly I still see it, and yet show no sign of improvement.”

“I am a part of the part that at first was all, part of the darkness that gave birth to the light, that supercilious light which now disputes with Mother Night her ancient rank and space, and yet cannot succeed; no matter how it struggles, it sticks to matter and can't get free. Light flows from substance, makes it beautiful...”

“see how all our energies are wasted in providing for mere necessities, which gain 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”