Come my little one, and give me your hand.

That which thy fathers have bequeathed to thee, earn it anew if thou wouldst possess it.

Whoever aspiring, struggles on, for him there is salvation.

Destiny grants us our wishes, but in its own way, in order to give us something beyond our wishes.

What is not fully understood is not possessed.

Do not give in too much to feelings. A overly sensitive heart is an unhappy possession on this shaky earth.

Nature has neither core nor skin: she’s both at once outside and in.