Liberty is from God; liberties, from the devil.

Some men, like modern shops, hang everything in their show windows; when one goes inside, nothing is to be found.

Only he is free who cultivates his own thoughts and strives without fear to do justice to them.

Solitude has a healing consoler, friend, companion: it is work.

What is all our knowledge worth? We do not even know what the weather will be tomorrow.

The silver-leaved birch retains in its old age a soft bark; there are some such men.

The world is the same everywhere.