Zitat des Tages von Edward Fitzgerald:
Ah, take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest.
There was the Door to which I found no key; There was the Veil through which I might see.
And much as Wine has played the Infidel, And robbed me of my Robe of Honor Well, I often wonder what the Vintners buy One half so precious as the stuff they sell.
I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, But Here or There as strikes the Player goes.
Strange, is it not? That of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road Which to discover we must travel too.
Taste is the feminine of genius.
Think then you are Today what Yesterday you were - Tomorrow you shall not be less.
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.
If you can prove to me that one miracle took place, I will believe he is a just God who damned us all because a woman ate an apple.
I am all for the short and merry life.