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.

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

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.

I would give gladly all the hundreds of years that I have to live, to be a human being only for one day, and to have the hope of knowing the happiness of that glorious world above the stars.

My life is a lovely story, happy and full of incident.

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