Mensch kann tun was er will; er kann aber nicht wollen was er will. (One can choose what to do, but not what to want.)

Mostly it is loss which teaches us about the worth of things.

There is only one healing force, and that is nature; in pills and ointments there is none. At most they can give the healing force of nature a hint about where there is something for it to do.

It is a curious fact that in bad days we can very vividly recall the good time that is now no more; but that in good days, we have only a very cold and imperfect memory of the bad.

My body and my will are one.

Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.

Journalists are like dogs, when ever anything moves they begin to bark.