It is unpleasant to miss even the most trifling thing to which we have been accustomed.
Johann Wolfgang von GoetheEach ten years of a man's life has its own fortunes, its own hopes, its own desires.
Johann Wolfgang von GoetheSweet moonlight, shining full and clear, Why do you light my torture here? How often have you seen me toil, Burning last drops of midnight oil. On books and papers as I read, My friend, your mournful light you shed. If only I could flee this den And walk the mountain-tops again, Through moonlit meadows make my way, In mountain caves with spirits play - Released from learning's musty cell, Your healing dew would make me well!
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe