Its complicated structure impressed Anton a good deal, but he was somewhat amazed at Bernhard exclaiming, "Beautiful! is it not?
I mean the thought, for I am unable to give the beauty of language;" and he looked inspired, like a man who drinks Schiraz wine, and kisses his Zuleika all day long.
"But must one drink in order to love ?" said Anton; "with us the one is very possible without the other." "With us, life is very commonplace." "I do not think so," Anton replied, with fervor.

"We have the sunshine and the roses, the joy in existence, the great passions and strange destinies of which poets sing." "Our present time is too cold and uniform," rejoined Bernhard.
"So I read in books, but I do not believe it.

I think that whoever is discontented with our life would be so still more with life in Teheran or Calcutta, if he remained there long enough.

It is only novelty that charms the traveler." "But how poor in vivid sensations our civilized existence is," rejoined Bernhard.

"I am sure you must often feel business very prosaic." "That I deny," was the eager reply; "I know nothing so interesting as business.