Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,/ And sinks into my throat her tiger's tooth,/ Stealing my breath of life, I will confess/ I love this cultured hell that tests my youth!
I know the dark delight of being strange,/ The penalty of difference in the crowd,/ The loneliness of wisdom among fools . . .
Idealism is like a castle in the air if it is not based on a solid foundation of social and political realism.
If a man is not faithful to his own individuality, he cannot be loyal to anything.
Nations, like plants and human beings, grow. And if the development is thwarted they are dwarfed and overshadowed.
Upon the clothes behind the tenement, That hang like ghosts suspended from the lines, Linking each flat, but to each indifferent, Incongruous and strange the moonlight shines
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This website focuses on proverbs in the Swedish, Danish and Norwegian languages, and some parts including the links below have not been translated to English. They are mainly FAQs, various information and webpages for improving the collection.