The fundamental evil of the world arose from the fact that the good Lord has not created money enough.

Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows one's nose.

Out of my own great woe I make my little songs.

The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night With comfort are downward gazing.

At noon I feel as though I could devour all the elephants of Hindostan, and then pick my teeth with the spire of Strasburg cathedral; in the evening I become so sentimental that I would fain drink up the Milky Way without reflecting how indigestible I should find the little fixed stars, and by night there is the Devil himself broke loose in my head and no mistake.

The more i get to know people, the more i like dogs.

No compass has ever been invented for the high seas of matrimony.