Flowers are the beautiful hieroglyphics of nature with which she indicates how much she loves us.

I wait for the morning of my tears

You accuse a woman of wavering affections, but don't blame her; she is just looking for a consistent man.

He who is and remains true to himself and to others has the most attractive quality of the greatest talent.

Is not the core of nature in the heart of man?

Sweet 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!

Idea and experience will never coincide in the center; only through art and action are they united.