Beauty Vanishes; Virtue Is Lasting.

In Politics People Throw Themselves, As On A Sickbed, From One Side To The Other In The Belief They Will Lie More Comfortably.

Nothing Will Change The Fact That I Cannot Produce The Least Thing Without Absolute Solitude.

If A Man Or Woman Is Born Ten Years Sooner Or Later, Their Whole Aspect And Performance Shall Be Different.

And Those Whom Once My Song Had Cheered And Gladdened, If Still They Live, Rove Through The World Now Saddened.

Care Is Taken That Trees Do Not Grow Into The Sky. [ger., Es Ist Dafur Gesorgt, Dass Die Baume Nicht In Den Himmel Wachsen.]