What law, what reason can deny that gift so sweet, so natural that God has given a stream, a fish, a beast, a bird?

For all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.

When love is not madness, it is not love.

What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough; 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.

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.

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.

Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.