But shouldn't all of us on earth give the best we have to others and offer whatever is in our power?

To travel is to live.

To be of use to the world is the only way to be happy.

Just living is not enough... one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.

Well, yes: people write poems when they are in love, but a wise man will not print them.

She thought, "He whom I love more than my father or mother, he of whom I am always thinking, and in whose hands I would so willingly trust my lifelong happiness. I dare do anything to win him and to gain an immortal soul.

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!