Augen / Eyes Hath Nacht / Night Tausend / Thousand
Night is the mother of thoughts.
The light, that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing.
I would rather be right than President.
Better be killed than frightened to death.
Nothing is less instructive than a machine.
The blue of my eyes is extinguished in this night, the red gold of my heart.
Beware thoughts that come in the night.
My first thought is always of light.
She is elegant rather than belle.
