It is the power of thought that gives man power over nature.

Everything you look at can become a fairy tale and you can get a story from everything you touch.

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!

My life will be the best illustration of all my work.

Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up.

And the Top spoke no more of his old love; for that dies away when the beloved objects has lain for five years in a roof gutter and got wet through; yes, one does not know her again when one meets her in the dust box.

Nothing is too high for a man to reach, but he must climb with care and confidence