Out of my great sorrows, I make little songs.
There is only one writer in whom I find something that reminds me of the directness of style which is found in the Bible. It is Shakespeare.
It is a common phenomenon that just the prettiest girls find it so difficult to get a man.
Perfumes are the feelings of flowers, and as the human heart, imagining itself alone and unwatched, feels most deeply in the night-time, so seems it as if the flowers, in musing modesty, await the mantling eventide ere they give themselves up wholly to feeling...
Wherever books are burned, human beings are destined to be burned too.
Phychical pain is more easily borne than physical; and if I had my choice between a bad conscience and a bad tooth, I should choose the former.
Nature, like a true poet, abhors abrupt transitions.
Wild, dark times are rumbling toward us, and the prophet who wishes to write a new apocalypse will have to invent entirely new beasts, and beasts so terrible that the ancient animal symbols of St. John will seem like cooing doves and cupids in comparison.
Life is all too wondrous sweet, and the world is so beautifully bewildered; it is the dream of an intoxicated divinity.
Nothing is more futile than theorizing about music. No doubt there are laws, mathematically strict laws, but these laws are not music; they are only its conditions? The essence of music is revelation.
It must require an inordinate share of vanity and presumption, too, after enjoying so much that is good and beautiful on earth, to ask the Lord for immortality in addition to it all.
Each violet peeps from its dwelling to gaze at the bright stars above.
I do not know if she was virtuous, but she was ugly, and with a woman that is half the battle.
Like a great poet, Nature produces the greatest results with the simplest means. These are simply a sun, trees, flowers, water and love. Of course, if the spectator be without the last, the whole will present but a pitiful appearance, and in that case, the sun is merely so many miles in diameter, the trees are good for fuel, the flowers are classified by stamens, and the water is simply wet.
But a day must come when the fire of youth will be quenched in my veins, when winter will dwell in my heart, when his snow flakes will whiten my locks, and his mists will dim my eyes. Then my friends will lie in their lonely grave, and I alone will remain like a solitary stalk forgotten by the reaper.
What lies lurk in kisses.
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.
In politics, as in life, we must above all things wish only for the attainable.
Great genius takes shape by contact with another great genius, but less by assimilation than by friction.
Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.
There is one thing on earth more terrible than English music, and that is English painting.
Like a great poet, Nature knows how to produce the greatest effects with the most limited means.
On the waves of the brook she dances by, The light, the lovely dragon-fly; She dances here, she dances there, The shimmering, glimmering flutterer fair. And many a foolish young beetle's impressed By the blue gauze gown in which she is dressed; They admire the enamel that decks her bright, And her elegant waist so slim and slight.
Music played at weddings always reminds me of the music played for soldiers before they go into battle.
Don't send a poet to London.
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