“I once saw many flowers blooming Upon my way, in indolence I scorned to pick them in my going And passed in proud indifference.Now, when my grave is dug, they taunt me; Now, when I'm sick to death in pain, In mocking torment still they haunt me, Those fragrant blooms of my disdain.”

“Music played at weddings always reminds me of the music played for soldiers before they go into battle.”

“If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found time to conquer the world.”

“God will forgive me. It's his job.”

“Human misery is too great for men to do without faith.”

“Experience is a good school. But the fees are high.”

“Of course God will forgive me that's His job.”

“I will not say that women have no character; rather, they have a new one every day.”

“Every man, either to his terror or consolation, has some sense of religion.”

“The Wedding March always reminds me of the music played when soldiers go into battle.”

“When words leave off, music begins.”