It is not the end of joy that makes old age so sad, but the end of hope.
Without God there is for mankind no purpose, no goal, no hope, only a wavering future, an eternal dread of every darkness.
The German language is the organ among the languages.
As a man grows older it is harder and harder to frighten him.
Man has here two and a half minutes-one to smile, one to sigh, and a half to love: for in the midst of this minute he dies.
The words that a father speaks to his children in the privacy of home are not heard by the world, but, as in whispering galleries, they are clearly heard at the end, and by posterity.