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

The German language is the organ among the languages.

The burden of suffering seems a tombstone hung about our necks, while in reality it is only the weight which is necessary to keep down the diver while he is hunting for pearls.

With so many thousand joys, is it not black ingratitude to call the world a place of sorrow and torment?

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

Fancy rules over two thirds of the universe, the past, and future, while reality is confined to the present

Remembrances last longer than present realities.