Over all the mountain tops is peace. In all treetops you perceive scarcely a breath. The little birds in the forest are silent. Wait then; soon, you too, will have peace.

The true, prescriptive artist strives after artistic truth; the lawless artist, following blind instinct, after an appearance of naturalness. The one leads to the highest peaks of art, the other to its lowest depths.

I make presents to the mother but think of the daughter.

On every mountain height is rest.

Well-mannered children could be conceived if the parents were well-mannered.

I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing.

The beginning of faith is the beginning of fruitfulness; but the beginning of unbelief, however glittering, is empty.