And for tired eyes every light is too bright, and for tired lips every breath too heavy, and for tired ears every word too much. Leonce and Lena (1838)
How many women does one need to sing the scale of love all the way up and down? Leonce and Lena (1838)
The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever. Leonce and Lena (1838)
Do you know, Valerio, that even the least among all humans is so great that life is far too short to love him? Leonce and Lena (1838)