Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, to some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth, there are no birds in last year's nest!

It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting.

Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning - an endeavor to find our place on a cloudy sea by measuring the distance we have run, but without any observation of the heavenly bodies.

When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.

The smoking flax before it burst to flame Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed.

The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do, well.