The darkness of death is like the evening twilight; it makes all objects appear more lovely to the dying.

Every friend is to the other a sun, and a sunflower also. He attracts and follows.

Without God there is for mankind no purpose, no goal, no hope, only a wavering future, an eternal dread of every darkness.

Despair is the only genuine atheism.

Remembrances last longer than present realities.

People will not bear it when advice is violently given, even if it is well founded. Hearts are flowers; they remain open to the softly falling dew, but shut up in the violent downpour of rain.

Individuality is to be preserved and respected everywhere, as the root of everything good.