The butterfly long loved the beautiful rose, And flirted around all day; While round him in turn with her golden caress, Soft fluttered the sun's warm ray.... I know not with whom the rose was in love, But I know that I loved them all. The butterfly, rose, and the sun's bright ray, The star and the bird's sweet call.

I consider it a degradation and a stain on my honor to submit to baptism in order to qualify myself for state employment in Prussia.

Thought precedes action as lighting does thunder.

Oh, they loved dearly: their souls kissed, they kissed with their eyes, they were both but one single kiss.

At first I was almost about to despair, I thought I never could bear it — but I did I bear it. The question remains: how?

In the image of the lion made He kittens small and curious.

We should forgive our enemies, but not before they are hanged