A human life is a story told by God.

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

Farewell, farewell," said the swallow, with a heavy heart, as he left the warm countries, to fly back into Denmark. There he had a nest over the window of a house in which dwelt the writer of fairy tales. The swallow sang "Tweet, tweet," and from his song came the whole story.

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!

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

When the bird of the heart begins to sing, too often will reason stop up her ears.

Travelling expands the mind rarely.