Time passes cold and indifferent over us; it knows nothing of our joys or sorrows; it leads us with ice-cold hand deeper and deeper into the labyrinth. — Johann Ludwig Tieck Copy Share Image
He who does not love flowers has lost all love and fear of God. — Johann Ludwig Tieck Copy Share Image
Who cannot but see oftentimes how strange the threads of our destiny run? Oft it is only for a moment the favorable instant is… — Johann Ludwig Tieck Copy Share Image
He who considers himself a paragon of wisdom is sure to commit some superlatively stupid act. — Johann Ludwig Tieck Copy Share Image
Love knows no winter; no, no! It is, and remains the sign of spring. — Johann Ludwig Tieck Copy Share Image
Time passes cold and indifferent over us; it knows nothing of our joys or sorrows; it leads us with ice-cold hand deeper and deeper… — Johann Ludwig Tieck Copy Share Image
