Sweet May hath come to love us, Flowers, trees, their blossoms don; And through the blue heavens above us The very clouds move on.
God has given us speech in order that we may say pleasant things to our friends, and tell bitter truths to our enemies.
The beauteous dragonfly's dancing By the waves of the rivulet glancing; She dances here and she dances there, The glimmering, glittering flutterer fair. Full many a beetle with loud applause Admires her dress of azure gauze, Admires her body's bright splendour, And also her figure so slender...
The swan, like the soul of the poet, By the dull world is ill understood.
If one has no heart, one cannot write for the masses.
In blissful dream, in silent night, There came to me, with magic might, With magic might, my own sweet love, Into my little room above.
No author is a man of genius to his publisher.
Where words cease, there music begins.
The fountain of love is the rose and the lily, the sun and the dove.
Out of my own great woe I make my little songs.
The negro king desired to be portrayed as white. But do not laugh at the poor African; for every man is but another negro king, and would like to appear in a color different from that with which Fate has bedaubed him.
A blaspheming Frenchman is a spectacle more pleasing to the Lord than a praying Englishman.
Whenever books are burned, men also in the end are burned.
The violets prattle and titter, And gaze on the stars high above.
He is noble who both feels and acts nobly.
Good Luck is a giddy maid, Fickle and restless as a fawn; She smooths your hair; and then the jade Kisses you quickly, and is gone.
From every Englishman emanates a kind of gas, the deadly choke-damp of boredom.
Man,--the aristocrat amongst the animals.
Atheism is the last word of theism
I have a most peaceable disposition. My desires are for a modest hut, a thatched roof, but a good bed, good food, very fresh milk and butter, flowers in front of my window and a few pretty trees by my door. And should the good Lord wish to make me really happy, he will allow me the pleasure of seeing about six or seven of my enemies hanged upon those trees.
The sun's sweet ray is hovering discovered.
Graves they say are warm'd by glory; Foolish words and empty story.
With the rose the butterfly's deep in love, A thousand times hovering round; But round himself, all tender like gold, The sun's sweet ray is hovering found.
The Bible is the great family chronicle of the Jews.
Terrible as is war, it yet displays the spiritual grandeur of man daring to defy his mightiest hereditary enemy--death.
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