Deeper meaning resides in the fairy tales told to me in my childhood than in the truth that is taught by life.
A pity about the people! they are brave enough comrades, but they have heads like a soapboiler's.
As soon as I have begun to fear I have ceased to fear.
The dictates of the heart are the voice of fate.
Think with awe on the slow and quiet power of time.
Most gladly would I give the blood-stained laurel for the first violet which March brings us, the fragrant pledge of the new-fledged year.