Here, no mercy is shown. One hates one's fellow man to the glory of God.

It is a strange thing to come home. While yet on the journey, you cannot at all realize how strange it will be.

Never repeat a rumor before you have verified it. And if it is true, hold your tongue all the more.

It is often the case with the silent children about us, that they cherish a dream which they dare not talk about.

Women can do nothing that has permanence.

For, so long as there are interesting books to read, it seems to me that neither I nor anyone else, for that matter, need be unhappy.

Have you ever seen a child sitting on its mother’s knee listening to fairy stories? As long as the child is told of cruel giants and of the terrible suffering of beautiful princesses, it holds its head up and its eyes open; but if the mother begins to speak of happiness and sunshine, the little one closes its eyes and falls asleep with its head against her breast. . . . I am a child like that, too. Others may like stories of flowers and sunshine; but I choose the dark nights and sad destinies.