“What is fully, completely understood
leaves no trace as memory”
“Am Tische war noch ein Plätzchen,
Mein Liebchen, da hast du gefehlt.
Du hättest so hübsch, mein Schätzchen,
Von deiner Liebe erzählt.”
(H. Heine in Lyrisches Intermezzo)
“Ah, Sun-flower! weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime,
Where the traveller’s journey is done: …”
(W. Blake in Songs of Experience, no. 14)
“Art thou troubled? Music will calm thee
Art thou weary? Rest shall be thine
Music, source of all gladness heals thy sadness at her shrine.
Music, music ever divine.”
(G.F. Händel in Art thou troubled?)
“The rich man has his motorcar,
His country and his town estate.
He smokes a fifty cent cigar
And jeers at fate.”
(F.P. Adams in Tobogganing On Parnassus)