[A] morning-land full of immeasurable hopes encircled him; he stripped his breast, threw himself all aglow into the dripping grass, washed (but not with any higher purpose than girls have) his firm face with liquid June-snow… – Jean Paul Friedrich Richter, Hesperus, or Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography,

I find my joy of living in the fierce and ruthless battles of life, and my pleasure comes from learning something. – Auguste Strindberg, Miss Julie, 1888

Order marches with weighty and measured strides; disorder is always in a hurry. – Napoleon I, Maxims, 1815