Most gladly would I give the blood-stained laurel for the first violet which March brings us, the fragrant pledge of the new-fledged… — Friedrich Schiller Copy Share Image
Spring flies, and with it all the train it leads; and flowers, in fading, leave us but their seeds. — Friedrich Schiller Copy Share Image
When the measured dance of the hours brings back the happy smile of spring, the buried dead is born again in the… — Friedrich Schiller Copy Share Image
It is well for a man when he has learned to endure what he cannot change, and to give up with dignity what he… — Friedrich Schiller Copy Share Image
Why should I deem myself to be a chisel, when I could be the artist? — Friedrich Schiller Copy Share Image
Man only plays when in the full meaning of the word he is a man, and he is only completely a man when he… — Friedrich Schiller Copy Share Image
Ah, to that far distant strand Bridge there was not to convey, Not a bark was near at hand, Yet true love soon found… — Friedrich Schiller Copy Share Image
