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What is lighter than the wind? A feather.
What is lighter than a feather? Fire.
What lighter read more
What is lighter than the wind? A feather.
What is lighter than a feather? Fire.
What lighter than a fire? A woman.
What lighter than a woman? Nothing.
[Lat., Vente quid levius? fulgur. Quid fulgure? flamma
Flamma quid? mulier. Quid mulier? nihil.]
A maiden born when Autumn leaves
Are rustling in September's breeze,
A Sapphire on her brow should read more
A maiden born when Autumn leaves
Are rustling in September's breeze,
A Sapphire on her brow should bind,
'Twill cure diseases of the mind.
Never a fishermen need there be
If fishes could hear as well as see.
Never a fishermen need there be
If fishes could hear as well as see.
The physician heals, Nature makes well.
[Lat., Medicus curat, Natura sanat morbus.]
The physician heals, Nature makes well.
[Lat., Medicus curat, Natura sanat morbus.]
A government of laws, and not of men.
A government of laws, and not of men.
Neither ridiculous shriekings for revenge by French chauvinists,
nor the Englishmen's gnashing of teeth, nor the wild gestures of read more
Neither ridiculous shriekings for revenge by French chauvinists,
nor the Englishmen's gnashing of teeth, nor the wild gestures of
the Slavs will turn us from our aim of protecting and extending
German influence all the world over.
Our life's a flying shadow, God's the pole,
The index pointing at Him is our soul;
Death read more
Our life's a flying shadow, God's the pole,
The index pointing at Him is our soul;
Death the horizon, when our sun is set,
Which will through Christ a resurrection get.
A thousand leagues of ocean, a company of kings,
You came across the watching world to show how heroes read more
A thousand leagues of ocean, a company of kings,
You came across the watching world to show how heroes die.
When the splendour of your story
Builds the halo of its glory,
'Twill belt the earth like Saturn's rings
And diadem the sky.
A man is either free or he is not.
A man is either free or he is not.
Gently running made sweet music with the enameled stones and
seemed to give a gentle kiss to every sedge read more
Gently running made sweet music with the enameled stones and
seemed to give a gentle kiss to every sedge he overtook in his
watery pilgrimage.
