Time is so fleeting that if we do not remember God in our youth, age may find us incapable of thinking of him.

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

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

How little do the wisest among us know of that which is so important to us all.

We haven't yet got eyes that can gaze into all the splendour that God has created, but we shall get them one day; and that will be the finest fairy tale of all, for we shall be in it ourselves.

In the days of Moses and the prophets such a man would have been counted among the wise men of the land; in the Middle Ages he would have been burned at the stake.

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