The same stream of life that runs through the world runs through my veins night and day.

Those who in this world have the courage to try and solve in their own lives new problems of life, are the ones who raise society to greatness.

He who wants to do good knocks at the gate: he who loves finds the door open.

When old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart; and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.

Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain but for the heart to conquer it.

At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.

We sit inert, like dead specimens of some museum, while lessons are pelted at us from on high, like hailstones on flowers.