'Tis not where we lie, but whence we fell; The loss of heaven's the greatest pain in hell. |
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. |
For all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams. |
For all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams. |
For even in dreams a good deed is not lost. |
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. |
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises. |
Love that is not madness is not love. |
Love that is not madness is not love. |
One may know how to gain a victory, and know not how to use it. |
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 is life? A frenzy. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a fiction. And the greatest good is trivial; for all life is a dream and all dreams are 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 |
What law, what reason can deny that gift so sweet, so natural that God has given a stream, a fish, a beast, a bird? |