feelings of man are always pure and the brightest to the meeting time and Farewell.

Flowers never emit so sweet and strong a fragrance as before a storm. When a storm approaches thee, be as fragrant as a sweet-smelling flower.

He thought of the mouldering child, which laid its withered thin arms around his soul, as if it were his own, and to whom Death had given as much as a god gave to Endymion, — sleep, eternal youth, and immortality.

Art is indeed not the bread but the wine of life.

You prove your worth with your actions, not with your mouth.

What a father says to his children is not heard by the world, but it will be heard by posterity.

Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.