This is the curse of an evil deed, that it incites and must bring forth more evil.
What's old collapses, times change, And new life blossoms in the ruins.
A noble soul spreads even over a face in which the architectonic beauty is wanting an irresistible grace, and a often even triumphs over the natural disfavor.
When the wine goes in, strange things come out.
He that is overcautious will accomplish little.
O God, how lovely still is life!