When love is not madness, it is not love.- Pedro Calderon de la Barca
What law, what reason can deny that gift so sweet, so natural that God has given a stream, a fish, a beast, a bird?
What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough; for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
This not where we lie, but whence we fell; the loss of heaven's the greatest pain in hell.
These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night's arms.
One may know how to gain a victory, and know not how to use it.
Love that is not madness is not love.
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
For even in dreams a good deed is not lost.
For all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
But whether it be dream or truth, to do well is what matters. If it be truth, for truth's sake. If not, then to gain friends for the time when we awaken.
