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"I have an idea that the only thing which makes it possible to regard this world we live in without disgust is the beauty which now and then men create out of the chaos. The pictures they paint, the music they compose, the books they write, and the lives they lead. Of all these the richest in beauty is the beautiful life. That is the perfect work of art."
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"You are funny like a kid and awesome like a princess. Unseen like an angel, like the morning sunshine, Kindness like a river and highness like a mountain, In the middle of the Rheine, the cute face and sweet lips, (La la la la, La la , mmmm , mm). Keep the lovely smile, in your juicy icy eyes, Open the heaven for my eyes, forever angel voice, Never angry never harsh, never mad never marsh, Dear or darling, either diamond or dime, Overall the dream of the world."
"Stars earn their brightest colors in the dark."
"The storm is an artist, the rainbow is its masterpiece."
"A rainbow is a storm's masterpiece."
"The soul's rainbow has more colors than the sky's stars."
"The expression a woman wears on her face is far more important than the clothes she wears on her back."
"We walked always in beauty, it seemed to me. We walked and looked about, or stood and looked. Sometimes, less often, we would sit down. We did not often speak. The place spoke for us and was a kind of speech. We spoke to each other in the things we saw."
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"I do not attachany exaggerated importance to my poetical works. Life isthere to be lived rather than to be written about. My aimis to search out the manifold experience that it offers,wringing from each moment what of emotion it presents.I look upon my writing as a graceful accomplishmentwhich does not absorb but rather adds pleasure toexistence. And as for posterity-damn posterity."
"It is clear that men accept an immediate pain rather than an immediate pleasure, but only because they expect a greater pleasure in the future. Often the pleasure is illusory, but their error in calculation is no refutation of the rule. You are puzzled because you cannot get over the idea that pleasures are only of the sense; but, child, a man who dies for his country dies because he likes it as surely as a man eats pickled cabbage because he likes it."
"I thought with melancholy how an author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart's blood into it, and then it lies about unread till the reader has nothing else in the world to do."
"A bird in the hand was worth two in the bush, he told her, to which she retorted that a proverb was the last refuge of the mentally destitute."
"Only the poet or the saint can water an asphalt pavement in the confident anticipation that lilies will reward his labour."
"What do we any of us have but our illusions? And what do we ask of others but that we be allowed to keep them?"
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