When love is not madness it is not love.
When love is not madness, it is not love.
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.
A good action is never lost; it is a treasure laid up and guarded for the doer's need.
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.
For even in dreams a good deed is not lost.
For all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
'Tis not where we lie, but whence we fell; the loss of heaven's the greatest pain in hell.
