Everything transitory is but an image.
Everything transitory is but an image.
God help us -- for art is long, and life so short.
I am not omniscient, but I know a lot.
I nothing had, and yet enough for youth--Joy in Illusion, ardent thirst for Truth. Give unrestrained, the old emotion, The bliss that touched the verge of pain, The strength of Hate, Love's deep devotion,--O, give me back my youth again!
There are but two roads that lead to an important goal and to the doing of great things: strength and perseverance. Strength is the lot of but a few priveledged men; but austere perseverance, harsh and continuous, may be employed by the smallest of us and rarely fails of its purpose, for its silent power grows irresistibly greater with time.
What I possess, seems far away to me, and what is gone becomes reality.
What matters creative endless toil, When, at a snatch, oblivion ends the coil?
When scholars study a thing, they strive to kill it first, if it's alive; then they have the parts and the'be lost the whole, for the link that's missing was the living soul.
Wild dreams torment me as I lie. And though a god lives in my heart, though all my power waken at his word, though he can move my every inmost part - yet nothing in the outer world is stirred. thus by existence tortured and oppressed i crave for death, I long for rest.
All theory is gray, my friend. But forever green is the tree of life.
Did we force ourselves on you, or you on us?
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