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

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

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.

Enjoy life. There's plenty of time to be dead.

If you looked down to the bottom of my soul, you would understand fully the source of my longing and – pity me. Even the open, transparent lake has its unknown depths, which no divers know.

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

I only appear to be dead.