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.
Friedrich SchillerOf all the possessions of this life fame is the noblest; when the body has sunk into the dust the great name still lives.
Friedrich SchillerIt is difficult to discriminate the voice of truth from amid the clamor raised by heated partisans.
Friedrich Schiller