I covet honour in the same way as a miser covets gold.

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?

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.

To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, To gain all while you give, To roam the roads of lands remote, To travel is to live.

Most of the people who will walk after me will be children, so make the beat keep time with short steps.

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!