Without haste, but without rest.

Rest not. Life is sweeping by; go and dare before you die. Something mighty and sublime, leave behind to conquer time.

Wild dreams torment me as I lie. And though a god lives in my heart, though all my power waken at his word, though he can move my every inmost part - yet nothing in the outer world is stirred. thus by existence tortured and oppressed I crave for death, I long for rest.

The formation of one's character ought to be everyone's chief aim.

It is in human nature to relax, when not compelled by personal advantage or disadvantage.

The older we get the more we must limit ourselves if we wish to be active.