Life is good, but not life in itself.

Life is good, but not life in itself.

The world is a nettle; disturb it, it stings. Grasp it firmly, it stings not.

In life there are meetings which seem Like a fate.

The world is filled with folly and sin, And Love must cling, where it can, I say: For Beauty is easy enough to win; But one isn't loved every day.

We gain justice, judgment, with years, or else years are in vain.

We are but as the instrument of Heaven.