Quotes from Bettina Brentano

I can't write poetry like you, but I can talk with nature... And when I come back... we put our beds side by side and chat away together all night... great profound speculations which make the old world creak on its rusty hinges.

Whatever police the world may prescribe to rule the soul, I refuse to obey them.

why shouldn't I dream myself into happiness? What higher reality is there than dream?