Every life has its years in which one progresses as on a tedious and dusty street of poplars, without caring to know where he is.

I was shortly again at the castle, and the Princess gave me her hand to kiss and then brought her children, the young princes and princesses, and we played together, as if we had known each other for years.

The person who knows only one religion does not know any religion.

There never was a false god, nor was there ever really a false religion, unless you call a child a false man.

Is it sin, which makes the worm a chrysalis, and the chrysalis a butterfly, and the butterfly dust?

Thus one memory follows another until the waves dash together over our heads, and a deep sigh swells the breast, which warns us that we have forgotten to breathe in the midst of these pure thoughts.

I believe I can even yet remember when I saw the stars for the first time.