Against Stupidity The Very Gods

The Universe Is A Thought Of God.

O God, How Lovely Still Is Life!

The Greater Part Of Humanity Is Too Much Harassed And Fatigued By The Struggle With Want, To Rally Itself For A New And Sterner Struggle With Error.

O Tender Yearning, Sweet Hoping! The Golden Time Of First Love! The Eye Sees The Open Heaven, The Heart Is Intoxicated With Bliss; O That The Beautiful Time Of Young Love Could Remain Green Forever.

Spring Flies, And With It All The Train It Leads; And Flowers, In Fading, Leave Us But Their Seeds.