Every period of time is a sphinx that throws itself into the abyss as soon as its riddle has been solved.
A pine tree standeth lonely In the North on an upland bare; It standeth whitely shrouded With snow, and sleepeth there. It dreameth of a Palm tree Which far in the East alone, In the mournful silence standeth On its ridge of burning stone.
First, I thought, almost despairing, This must crush my spirit now; Yet I bore it, and am bearing- Only do not ask me how.
With his nightcaps and the tatters of his dressing-gown he patches up the gaps in the structure of the universe.
The more i get to know people, the more i like dogs.
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.
Oh what lies there are in kisses! And their guile so well prepared! Sweet the snaring is; but this is Sweeter still, to be ensnared.
Our sweetest hopes rise blooming. And then again are gone, They bloom and fade alternate, And so it goes rolling on. I know it, and it troubles My life, my love, my rest, My heart is wise and witty, And it bleeds within my breast.
The cloudlets are lazily sailing O’er the blue Atlantic sea; And mid the twilight there hovers A shadowy figure o’er me...
Sweet May lies fresh before us, To life the young flowers leap, And through the Heaven’s blue o’er us The rosy cloudlets sweep.
Round my cradle shimmered the last moonbeams of the eighteenth century and the first morning rays of the nineteenth.
Every age thinks its battle the most important of all.
Laughter is wholesome. God is not so dull as some people make out. Did not He make the kitten to chase its tail.
The fundamental evil of the world arose from the fact that the good Lord has not created money enough.
There is no Sixth Commandment in art. The poet is entitled to lay his hands on whatever material he finds necessary for his work.
Every woman is the gift of a world to me.
Music is a strange thing. I would almost say it is a miracle.
If one has no heart, one cannot write for the masses.
At first I was almost about to despair, I thought I never could bear it – but I did I bear it. The question remains: how?
The beauteous eyes of the spring’s fair night With comfort are downward gazing.