Ich war mein eigener Schüler und mein eigener Lehrer. Als Schüler war ich gut, als Lehrer schlecht.
I have been my own disciple and my own master. And I have been a good disciple but a bad master.
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.
Those who gave away their wings are sad not to see them fly.
In a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing.