a commonplace book for discoveries, observations, quotations, etc.
October 19, 2010
The flowers of life are but illusions
. . . the flowers of life are but illusions. How many fade away and leave no trace; how few yield any fruit; and the fruit itself, how rarely does it ripen!
Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther, August 28, Book I
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