God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul.
Sorrows gather around great souls as storms do around mountains; but, like them, they break the storm and purify the air of the plain beneath them.
The German language is the organ among the languages.
feelings of man are always pure and the brightest to the meeting time and Farewell.
Humanity is never so beautiful as when praying for forgiveness, or else forgiving another.
We learn our virtues from our friends who love us; our faults from the enemy who hates us. We cannot easily discover our real character from a friend. He is a mirror, on which the warmth of our breath impedes the clearness of the reflection.