The wiser a man becomes, the more he will read, and those who are wisest read most.

Every town, like every man, has its own countenance; they have a common likeness and yet are different; one keeps in his mind all their peculiar touches.

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!

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

Then he rustled his feathers, curved his slender neck, and cried joyfully, from the depths of his heart, 'I never dreamed of such happiness as this, while I was an ugly duckling.

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

Death walks faster than the wind and never returns what he has taken.