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Out of my own great woe I make my little songs.
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Ich weiss nicht, was soll es bedeuten, Dass ich so traurig bin; Ein Marchen aus alten Zeiten, Das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn.
Du bist wie eine Blume, So hold und schon und rein; Ich schau dich an, und Wehmut Schleicht mir ins Herz hinein.
At first I was almost about to despair, I thought I never could bear it - but I did I bear it. The question remains: how?
Dort, wo man Bucher verbrennt, verbrennt man auch am Ende Menschen.
Every woman is the gift of a world to me.
Don't send a poet to London.
He who will establish himself on a certain height must yield according to circumstances, like the weather-cock on a church-spire, which, th…
Christianity is an idea, and as such is indestructible and immortal, like every idea.
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