Do hurry and proclaim the concordat. Then castrate yourselves to keep from sinning.

Women, children, Tyroleans and preachers want to create a new kingdom of God, but the God of their kingdom looks like women, children, preachers, and Tyrolians.

Those who want to row on the ocean of human knowledge do not get far, and the storm drives those out of their course who set sail.

You even called me stupid in your verse, and I'm almost agreeing, for where stupidity is involved, you are quite an expert, friend.

A book is quite a beautiful thing, even more so learning. Together, however, all they amount to is called book-learning.

Chance arrives unannounced. It emerges, and when it leaves, we are lucky if the changes it has produced are only external.

Moons and years pass by and are gone forever, but a beautiful moment shimmers through life a ray of light.