Give me those days with heart in riot, The depths of bliss that touched on pain, The force of hate, and love's disquiet- Ah, give me back my youth again!
Johann Wolfgang von GoetheThe brilliant passes, like the dew at morn; The true endures, for ages yet unborn.
Johann Wolfgang von GoetheIn politics people throw themselves, as on a sickbed, from one side to the other in the belief they will lie more comfortably.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe