The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night With comfort are downward gazing.
Talking and eloquence are not the same: to speak and to speak well are two things. A fool may talk, but a wise man speaks.
It is a common phenomenon that just the prettiest girls find it so difficult to get a man.
The Wedding March always reminds me of the music played when soldiers go into battle.
What lies lurk in kisses.
Experience is a good school, but the fees are high.
The fundamental evil of the world arose from the fact that the good Lord has not created money enough.
Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.
Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.
The weather-cock on the church spire, though made of iron, would soon be broken by the storm-wind if it ... did not understand the noble art of turning to every wind.
The foolish race of mankind are swarming below in the night; they shriek and rage and quarrel -- and all of them are right.
Human misery is too great for men to do without faith.
Great genius takes shape by contact with another great genius, but, less by assimilation than by fiction.
The spring's already at the gate With looks my care beguiling; The country round appeareth straight A flower-garden smiling.
Poverty sits by the cradle of all our great men, and rocks them up to manhood; and this meager foster-mother remains their faithful companion throughout life.