“Whilst all the land was ringed with bristling arms And flames laid waste our world, All that was left me was a little garden And thou within it, my beloved, my comrade.” WorldLittlesWarLeftLandArmsWasteGardenBelovedFlamesOur WorldComrade Book:Stefan and Friderike Zweig: their correspondence, 1912-1942 Source: Stefan and Friderike Zweig: their correspondence, 1912-1942
“I cannot love evergreens - they are the misanthropes of nature. To them the spring brings no promise, the autumn no decline; they are cut off from the sweetest of all ties with their kind - sympathy. ... I will have no evergreens in my garden; when the inevitable winter comes, every beloved plant and favorite tree shall drop together - no solitary fir left to triumph over the companionship of decay.” KindTogetherLeftCuttingTreePromiseSpringGardenPlantWinterInevitableTriumphBelovedTiesAutumnDeclineSolitaryDecayCompanionshipSweetestMisanthropeEvergreens Book:Francesca Carrara Source: Francesca Carrara