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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