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The men of action are, after all, only the unconscious instruments of the men of thought.
It is a common phenomenon that just the prettiest girls find it so difficult to get a man.
A blaspheming Frenchman is a spectacle more pleasing to the Lord than a praying Englishman.
True eloquence consists in saying all that is necessary, and nothing but what is necessary.
There is one thing on earth more terrible than English music, and that is English painting.
I do not know if she was virtuous, but she was ugly, and with a woman that is half the battle.
Whether a revolution succeeds or fails people of great hearts will always be sacrificed to it.
I fell asleep reading a dull book and dreamed I kept on reading, so I awoke from sheer boredom.
Like a great poet, Nature knows how to produce the greatest effects with the most limited means.
So we keep asking, over and over,Until a handful of earthStops our mouths -But is that an answer?
Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all.
Lyrical poetry is much the same an every age, as the songs of the nightingales in every spring-time.
All special charters of freedom must be abrogated where the universal law of freedom is to flourish.
I do not know the meaning of my sadness; there is an old fairy tale that I cannot get out of my mind.
If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found time to conquer the world.
The fundamental evil of the world arose from the fact that the good Lord has not created money enough.
Music played at weddings always reminds me of the music played for soldiers before they go into battle.
She resembles the Venus de Milo: she is very old, has no teeth, and has white spots on her yellow skin.
Oh fair, oh sweet and holy as dew at morning tide, I gaze on thee, and yearnings, sad in my bosom hide.
Life is the greatest of blessings and death the worst of evils.... all great, powerful souls love life.
Great genius takes shape by contact with another great genius, but less by assimilation than by friction.
Every period of time is a sphinx that throws itself into the abyss as soon as its riddle has been solved.
Great genius takes shape by contact with another great genius, but, less by assimilation than by friction.
Oh, they loved dearly: their souls kissed, they kissed with their eyes, they were both but one single kiss.
Communism possesses a language which every people can understand - its elements are hunger, envy, and death.
Literary history is the great morgue where all seek the dead ones whom they love, or to whom they are related.
I have never seen an ass who talked like a human being, but I have met many human beings who talked like asses.
Laughter is wholesome. God is not so dull as some people make out. Did not He make the kitten to chase its tail.
With his nightcaps and the tatters of his dressing-gown he patches up the gaps in the structure of the universe.
The eyes of spring, so azure, Are peeping from the ground; They are the darling violets, That I in nosegays bound.
My heart resembles the ocean; has storm, and ebb and flow; and many a beautiful pearl lies hid in its depths below.
The years keep coming and going, Men will arise & depart; Only one thing is immortal: The love that is in my heart.
Round my cradle shimmered the last moonbeams of the eighteenth century and the first morning rays of the nineteenth.
The swan in the pool is singing, And up and down doth he steer, And, singing gently ever, Dips under the water clear.
Religion cannot sink lower than when somehow it is raised to a state religion ... It becomes then an avowed mistress.
Mark this well, you proud men of action! you are, after all, nothing but unconscious instruments of the men of thought.
God has given us speech in order that we may say pleasant things to our friends, and tell bitter truths to our enemies.
Terrible as is war, it yet displays the spiritual grandeur of man daring to defy his mightiest hereditary enemy--death.
Life is all too wondrous sweet, and the world is so beautifully bewildered; it is the dream of an intoxicated divinity.
The night comes stealing o'er me, And clouds are on the sea; While the wavelets rustle before me With a mystical melody.
The air grows cool and darkles, The Rhine flows calmly on; The mountain summit sparkles In the light of the setting sun.
The cloudlets are lazily sailing O'er the blue Atlantic sea; And mid the twilight there hovers A shadowy figure o'er me.
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 lotus flower is troubled At the sun's resplendent light; With sunken head and sadly She dreamily waits for the night.
The foolish race of mankind are swarming below in the night; they shriek and rage and quarrel - and all of them are right.
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.
First, I thought, almost despairing, This must crush my spirit now; Yet I bore it, and am bearing- Only do not ask me how.
The spring's already at the gate With looks my care beguiling; The country round appeareth straight A flower-garden smiling.
In vain would I seek to discover Why sad and mournful am I, My thoughts without ceasing brood over A tale of the time gone by.
It is extremely difficult for a Jew to be converted, for how can he bring himself to believe in the divinity of - another Jew?