We consider it tedious to talk of the weather, and yet there is nothing more important. — Berthold Auerbach
The silver-leaved birch retains in its old age a soft bark; there are some such men. — Berthold Auerbach
We hear the rain fall, but not the snow. Bitter grief is loud, calm grief is silent. — Berthold Auerbach
What is all our knowledge worth? We do not even know what the weather will be tomorrow. — Berthold Auerbach
The little dissatisfaction which every artist feels at the completion of a work forms the germ of a new work. — Berthold Auerbach