I wept in my dreams. I dreamed you lay in the grave; I awoke, and the tears still poured down my cheeks. I wept in my dreams, I dreamed you had left me; I awoke and I went on weeping long and bitterly. I wept in my dreams, I dreamed you were still kind to me; I awoke, and still the flow of my tears streams on.

If one has no heart, one cannot write for the masses.

Out of my own great woe I make my little songs.

I do not know the meaning of my sadness; there is an old fairy tale that I cannot get out of my mind.

Human misery is too great for men to die without faith.

This was but a prelude; where books are burnt human-beings will be burnt in the end

Like a great poet, Nature produces the greatest results with the simplest means. These are simply a sun, trees, flowers, water and love. Of course, if the spectator be without the last, the whole will present but a pitiful appearance, and in that case, the sun is merely so many miles in diameter, the trees are good for fuel, the flowers are classified by stamens, and the water is simply wet.