But when ill indeed, Even dismissing the doctor don't always succeed.

I would have liked to be - indeed, I should have been - a second Rembrandt.

One of the hardest tasks is to extract continually from one's soul an almost inexhaustible ill will.

Evil. Mistrust those who rejoice at it even more than those who do it.

Sublime upon sublime scarcely presents a contrast, and we need a little rest from everything, even the beautiful.

A noble soul and real poetic talent are almost always inseparable.