He who loves not flowers, has lost all love and fear of God.

Love knows no winter; no, no! It is, and remains the sign of spring.

The noble man is only God's image.

He who loves not flowers, has lost all love and fear of God.

He is not dead who departs from life with a high and noble fame; but he is dead, even while living, whose brow is branded with infamy.

Time passes cold and indifferent over us; it knows nothing of our joys or sorrows; it leads us with ice-cold hand deeper and deeper into the labyrinth.

He who considers himself a paragon of wisdom is sure to commit some superlatively stupid act.