Perfumes are the feelings of flowers, and as the human heart, imagining itself alone and unwatched, feels most deeply in the night-time, so seems it as if the flowers, in musing modesty, await the mantling eventide ere they give themselves up wholly to feeling...

We know only that our entire existence is forced into new paths and disrupted, that new circumstances, new joys and new sorrows await us, and that the unknown has its uncanny attractions, alluring and at the same time anguishing.

High in the air rises the forest of oaks, high over the oaks soar the eagle, high over the eagle sweep the clouds, high over the clouds gleam the stars... high over the stars sweep the angels.

I bequeath all my property to my wife on the condition that she remarry immediately. Then there will be at least one man to regret my death.

I do not murmur, even if my heart break.

Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all.

I do not know the meaning of my sadness; there is an old fairy tale that I cannot get out of my mind.