Toil of science swells the wealth of art.
Heaven and earth fight in vain against a dunce!
There is no solitude in nature.
From the moment fear begins I have ceased to fear.
Youth covets; let not this covetousness seduce you.
When the measured dance of the hours brings back the happy smile of spring, the buried dead is born again in the life-glance of the sun. The germs which perished to the eye within the cold breast of the earth spring up with joy in the bright realm of day.