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

Terrible as is war, it yet displays the spiritual grandeur of man daring to defy his mightiest hereditary enemy--death.

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

He who fears to venture as far as his heart urges and his reason permits, is a coward; he who ventures further than he intended to go, is a slave.

First, I thought, almost despairing, This must crush my spirit now; Yet I bore it, and am bearing- Only do not ask me how.

All I really want is enough to live on, a little house in the country... and a tree in the garden with seven of my enemies hanging in it.

God will pardon: That's His business.