Every man’s life is a fairy tale written by God’s fingers.
Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up.
But shouldn’t all of us on earth give the best we have to others and offer whatever is in our power?
A human life is a story told by God.
If you looked down to the bottom of my soul, you would understand fully the source of my longing and – pity me. Even the open, transparent lake has its unknown depths, which no divers know.
Don’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more!
Most of the people who will walk after me will be children, so make the beat keep time with short steps.
She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, To gain all while you give, To roam the roads of lands remote, To travel is to live.
The wiser a man becomes, the more he will read, and those who are wisest read most.
Enjoy life. There’s plenty of time to be dead.
My life will be the best illustration of all my work.
My life is a lovely story, happy and full of incident.
Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan’s egg.
Almighty God, thee only have I; thou steerest my fate, I must give myself up to thee! Give me a livelihood! Give me a bride! My blood wants love, as my heart does!
It is the power of thought that gives man power over nature.
Human beings, on the contrary, have a soul which lives forever, lives after the body has been turned to dust. It rises up through the clear, pure air beyond the glittering stars.
Time is so fleeting that if we do not remember God in our youth, age may find us incapable of thinking of him.
I covet honour in the same way as a miser covets gold.
How little do the wisest among us know of that which is so important to us all.