Belonging to oneself--the whole essence of life lies in that.

Every man's happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.

Circumstances define us; they force us onto one road or another, and then they punish us for it.

Whatever a person may pray for, that person prays for a miracle. Every prayer comes down to this - Almighty God, grant that two times two not equal four.

However passionate, sinning, and rebellious the heart hidden in the tomb, the flowers growing over it peep serenely at us with their innocent eyes; they tell us not of eternal peace alone, of that great peace of "indifferent" nature: they tell us, too, of eternal reconciliation and of life without end.

Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late.

I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.