I have only one friend, and that is echo. Why is it my friend? Because I love my sorrow, and echo does not take it away from me. I have only one confidant, and that is the silence of night. Why is it my confidant? Because it remains silent.

Philosophy is life's dry-nurse, who can take care of us - but not suckle us.

Adversity draws men together and produces beauty and harmony in life's relationships, just as the cold of winter produces ice-flowers on the window-panes, which vanish with the warmth.

Prayer is a silent surrendering of everything to God.

It is perhaps the misfortune of my life that I am interested in far too much but not decisively in any one thing; all my interests are not subordinated in one but stand on an equal footing.

When you were called, did you answer or did you not? Perhaps softly and in a whisper?

On the secretly blushing cheek is reflected the glow of the heart