"In history as in human life, regret does not bring back a lost moment and a thousand years will not recover something lost in a single hour."
"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."
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Source: Stefan Zweig, Friderike Maria Burger Winternitz Zweig (1954). “Stefan and Friderike Zweig: their correspondence, 1912-1942”
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