These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night`s arms.
One may know how to gain a victory, and know not how to use it.
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
For all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
But whether it be dream or truth, to do well is what matters. If it be truth, for truth`s sake. If not, then to gain friends for the time when we awaken.
Love that is not madness is not love.
`Tis not where we lie, but whence we fell; The loss of heaven`s the greatest pain in hell.
For even in dreams a good deed is not lost.
What is life? A frenzy. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a fiction. And the greatest good is trivial; for all life is a dream and all dreams are dreams.
What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough; for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
What law, what reason can deny that gift so sweet, so natural that God has given a stream, a fish, a beast, a bird?
When love is not madness, it is not love.