The naive was only a part of my fairy tales; humour was the real salt in them.

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

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

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!

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

I only appear to be dead.

Many, many steeples would have to be stacked one on top of another to reach from the bottom to the surface of the sea.