Silence is the essential condition of happiness.
Oh, they loved dearly: their souls kissed, they kissed with their eyes, they were both but one single kiss.
God will pardon: That's His business.
The Portuguese, Dutch and English have been for a long time year after year, shipping home the treasures of India in their big vessels. We Germans have been all along been left to watch it. Germany would do likewise, but hers would be treasures of spiritual knowledge.
Nature, like a true poet, abhors abrupt transitions.
Every period of time is a sphinx that throws itself into the abyss as soon as its riddle has been solved.