My mother, she killed me, My father, he ate me, My sister Marlene, Gathered all my bones, Tied them in a silken scarf, Laid them beneath the juniper tree, Tweet, tweet, what a beautiful bird am I.

She'll sting you one day, Oh, ever so gently, so you hardly ever feel it. 'til you fall dead.

Lina said to Fundevogel: 'Never leave me, and I will never leave you.' Fundevogel said: 'Neither now, nor ever.' Then said Lina: 'Do you become a rose-tree, and I the rose upon it.

Skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony.

Chemistry is a gibberish of Latin and German but in Leibig's hands it becomes a powerful language.

In the olden days, when wishing still worked, there lived a king whose daughters were all beautiful, but the youngest daughter was so lovely that even the sun... was struck with wonder.

The true poet, is like a man who's happy anywhere, in endless measure, if he's allowed to look at leaves and grass, to see the sun rise and set.

He who is too well off is always longing for something new.

Evil is also not anything small or close to home, and not the worst otherwise one could grow accustomed to it.

How often when we are comfortable, we begin to long for something new!

Take me as godfather. The man asked, Who art thou? I am Death, and I make all equal. Then said the man, Thou art the right one, thou takest the rich as well as the poor, without distinction thou shalt be godfather. Death answered, I will make thy child rich and famous, for he who has me for a friend can lack nothing.

The Lord God had created all animals, and had chosen out the wolf to be his dog.