Emotions and Feelings

Ohne Hast, aber ohne Rast.

If I love you, what does that matter to you!

None but the lonely heart

None but the lonely heart

Über allen Gipfeln

Meine Ruh’ ist hin,

Meine Ruh’ ist hin,

For he himself has said it,

An attachment à la Plato for a bashful young potato, or a not too French French bean!

The meaning doesn’t matter if it’s only idle chatter of a transcendental kind.

Something lingering, with boiling oil in it, I fancy.

Something lingering, with boiling oil in it, I fancy.

Here’s a how-de-doo!

Awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock,

Awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock,

Modified rapture!

Three little maids from school are we.

The idiot who praises, with enthusiastic tone,

A wandering minstrel I—

I can trace my ancestry back to a protoplasmal primordial atomic globule. Consequently, my family pride is something in-conceivable. I can’t help it. I was born sneering.

The House of Peers, throughout the war,

I often think it’s comical

The Law is the true embodiment

What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.