| Quotes |
Topic |
| Action | Mark this well, you proud men of action! you are, after all, nothing but unconscious instruments of the men of thought. |
| Apples | The Blossoms and leaves in plenty From the apple tree fall each day; The merry breezes approach them, And with them merrily play. |
| Butterflies | With the rose the butterfly's deep in love, A thousand times hovering round; But round himself, all tender like gold, The sun's sweet ray is hovering found. |
| Communism | Communism possesses a language which every people can understand--its elements are hunger, envy, and death. |
| Science | You cannot feed the hungry on statistics. |
| Dancing | And the dancing has begun now, And the dancers whirl round gaily In the waltz's giddy mazes, And the ground beneath them trembles. |
| Dancing | Twelve dancers are dancing, and taking no rest, And closely their hands together are press'd; And soon as a dance has come to a close, Another begins, and each merrily goes. |
| Dreams | In blissful dream, in silent night, There came to me, with magic might, With magic might, my own sweet love, Into my little room above. |
| Education | If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found time to conquer the world. |
| Girls | It is a common phenomenon that just the prettiest girls find it so difficult to get a man. |
| Glowworms | Glow-worms on the ground are moving, As if in the torch-dance circling. |
| Hair | And yonder sits a maiden, The fairest of the fair, With gold in her garment glittering, And she combs her golden hair. |
| Language | If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found the time to conquer the world. |
| Last words | God will pardon me. It is his trade. |
| Linden | If thou lookest on the lime-leaf, Thou a heart's form will discover; Therefore are the lindens ever Chosen seats of each fond lover. |
| May | Sweet May hath come to love us, Flowers, trees, their blossoms don; And through the blue heavens above us The very clouds move on. |
| Moon | As the moon's fair image quaketh In the raging waves of ocean, Whilst she, in the vault of heaven, Moves with silent peaceful motion. |
| Music | When words leave off, music begins. |
| Newspapers | In these times we fight for ideas, and newspapers are our fortresses. |
| Nightingales | Like a wedding-song all-melting Sings the nightingale, the dear one. |
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