'Tis not where we lie, but whence we fell; The loss of heaven's the greatest pain in hell.
For all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
What is life An illusion, a shadow, a story, And the greatest good is little enough for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
For man's greatest crime is to have been born.
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
One may know how to gain a victory, and know not how to use it.
But whether it be dream or truth, to do well is what matters. If it be truth, for truth's sake. If not, then to gain friends for the time when we awaken.
These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night's arms.
What law, what reason can deny that gift so sweet, so natural that God has given a stream, a fish, a beast, a bird?
Love that is not madness is not love.
What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough; for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
When love is not madness, it is not love.
For even in dreams a good deed is not lost.