Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Quote

The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children

The poetry of the earth is never dead

Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the mind of man

The world is too much with us; late and soon,

Love is the one bond of the universe, the heart of God, the life of his children: if animals can be loved, they are loveable; if they can love, they are yet more plainly loveable: love is eternal; how then should its object perish?

Time, which antiquates antiquities, and hath an art to make dust of all things, hath yet spared these minor monuments.