„Across the margent of the world I fled,
And troubled the gold gateways of the stars,
Smiting for shelter on their clangèd bars:
Fretted to dulcet jars
And silvern chatter the pale ports o’ the moon.“

—  Francis Thompson, St. 2.
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„The night folds her trembling hands over a weary world. Out of a pale blue rises the shining moon. My thoughts are flying to the stars like lonely swans.“

—  Joseph Goebbels Nazi politician and Propaganda Minister 1897 - 1945
Nacht faltet zitternde Hände über der müden Welt. Aus blassem Blau steigt leuchtend der Mond. Meine Gedanken fliegen wie einsame Schwäne in die Sterne.

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„What I want to know is this: Are the stars gold paper or is the gold paper stars?“

—  P. L. Travers Australian-British novelist, actress and journalist 1899 - 1996
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„I assumed that some of the gold bars I received were melted gold teeth.“

—  Oswald Pohl Head of the SS Wirtschafts-Verwaltungshauptamt 1892 - 1951
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„And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.“

—  W.B. Yeats Irish poet and playwright 1865 - 1939
Context: p>When you are old and gray and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.</p When You Are Old http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1756/, st. 1–3

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„Don’t go chattering to the stars if you’re going to do it with your eyes closed.“

—  Samuel R. Delany American author, professor and literary critic 1942
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