Quote #2

Ich weiss nicht, was soll es bedeuten, Dass ich so traurig bin; Ein Marchen aus alten Zeiten, Das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn.

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  1. Out of my own great woe I make my little songs.
  2. Du bist wie eine Blume, So hold und schon und rein; Ich schau dich an, und Wehmut Schleicht mir ins Herz hinein.
  3. 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?
  4. Dort, wo man Bucher verbrennt, verbrennt man auch am Ende Menschen.
  5. Every woman is the gift of a world to me.
  6. Don't send a poet to London.
  7. He who will establish himself on a certain height must yield according to circumstances, like the weather-cock on a church-spire, which, th…
  8. Christianity is an idea, and as such is indestructible and immortal, like every idea.

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