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• Art is long, life short; judgment difficult, opportunity transient.
  -- Goethe (1749-1832) -- Wilhelm Meister, Book vii, Chap. ix...
• I am going a long way With these thou seest--if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)-- To the island-valley of Avilio
  Where falls not hail or rain or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly...
• Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime
  Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime?...
• Who never ate his bread in sorrow, Who never spent the darksome hours Weeping, and watching for the morrow,-- He knows ye not, ye gloomy Powers.
  -- Goethe (1749-1832) -- Wilhelm Meister, Book ii, Chap. xiii...
• Hard where? soft where?
• Hard where? Soft where?
• Where there is much light, the shadow is deep. -- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832)
• The wind bloweth where it listeth. -- New Testament -- John iii, 8
• I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled
  That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head....