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Courage, Ne'er By Sorrow Broken! Aid Where Tears Of Virtue Flow; Faith To Keep Each Promise Spoken! Truth Alike To Friend And Foe!

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Friedrich Schiller

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Courage, Ne'er By Sorrow Broken! Aid Where Tears Of Virtue Flow; Faith To Keep Each Promise Spoken! Truth Alike To Friend And Foe!

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Emulation Is A Noble And Just Passion, Full Of Appreciation.

Wouldst Thou Wisely, And With Pleasure, Pass The Days Of Life's Short Measure, From The Slow One Counsel Take, But A Tool Of Him Ne'er Make; Ne'er As Friend The Swift One Know, Nor The Constant One As Foe.

When The Wine Goes In, Strange Things Come Out.

The Lamp Of Genius Burns Quicker Than The Lamp Of Life.

The Average Estimate Themselves By What They Do, The Above Average By What They Are.

Toil Of Science Swells The Wealth Of Art.

Virtue Is No Empty Echo.

Thus Arm In Arm With Thee I Dare Defy My Century Into The Lists.

Modest Humility Is Beauty's Crown.

If You Cannot Please Everyone With Your Deeds And Your Art, Please A Few. To Please Many Is Bad.

Accursed Be He Who Plays With The Devil.

What Reason, Like The Careful Ant, Draws Laboriously Together, The Wind Of Accident Sometimes Collects In A Moment.

Secrecy Is For The Happy,--misery, Hopeless Misery, Needs No Veil; Under A Thousand Suns It Dares Act Openly.

A Noble Heart Will Always Capitulate To Reason.

Gray Hairs Are Death's Blossoms.

If You Wish To Know Yourself Observe How Others Act. If You Wish To Understand Others Look Into Your Own Heart.

Full Of Wisdom Are The Ordinations Of Fate.

Rarely Do We Arrive At The Summit Of Truth Without Running Into Extremes; We Have Frequently To Exhaust The Part Of Error, And Even Of Folly, Before We Work Our Way Up To The Noble Goal Of Tranquil Wisdom.

Strange Customs Do Not Thrive In Foreign Soil.

Without A Home Must The Soldier Go, A Changeful Wanderer, And Can Warm Himself At No Home-lit Hearth.

Forgiveness Is The Finding Again Of A Lost Possession.

Man Is Made Of The Wholly Common, And Custom Is His Nurse; Woe Then To Them Who Lay Irreverent Hands On His Old House-furniture, The Dear Inheritance From His Forefathers: For Time Consecrates, And What Is Gray With Age Becomes Religion.

Obedience Decks The Christian Most.

The Painter Is, As To The Execution Of His Work, A Mechanic; But As To His Conception And Spirit And Design He Is Hardly Below Even The Poet.

No Emperor Has The Power To Dictate To The Heart.

Life Did Not Present Its Sunny Side To Thee.

O Tender Yearning, Sweet Hoping! The Golden Time Of First Love! The Eye Sees The Open Heaven, The Heart Is Intoxicated With Bliss; O That The Beautiful Time Of Young Love Could Remain Green Forever.

Power Is The Most Persuasive Rhetoric.

Song Forbids Victorious Deeds To Die.

That Which Is So Universal As Death Must Be A Benefit.

I Speak With The Eternal Through The Instrument Of Nature, Through The World's History: I Read The Soul Of The Artist In His Apollo.

It Would Be Necessary That They Should Be Already Sages To Love Wisdom...

What Else Is Chance But The Rude Stone Which Receives Its Life From The Sculptor's Hand? Providence Gives Us Chance, And Man Must Mould It To His Own Designs.

Art Is The Right Hand Of Nature.

Why Should I Deem Myself To Be A Chisel, When I Could Be The Artist?

Stubbornness Is Not Firmness.

Courage, Ne'er By Sorrow Broken! Aid Where Tears Of Virtue Flow; Faith To Keep Each Promise Spoken! Truth Alike To Friend And Foe!

The World Is Ruled Only By Consideration Of Advantages.

Joy Is The Mainspring In The Whole Of Endless Nature's Calm Rotation. Joy Moves The Dazzling Wheels That Roll In The Great Time-piece Of Creation.

Only Those Who Have The Patience To Do Simple Things Perfectly Will Acquire The Skill To Do Difficult Things Easily.

Alas! When Duty Grows Thy Law, Enjoyment Fades Away.

Day's Lustrous Eyes Grow Heavy In Sweet Death.

Many A Smiling Face Hides A Mourning Heart; But Grief Alone Teaches Us What We Are.

In A Narrow Circle The Mind Grows Narrow. The More One Expands, The Larger Their Aims.

Intellect--brain Force.

Whatever Is Not Forbidden Is Permitted.

It Is Well For A Man When He Has Learned To Endure What He Cannot Change, And To Give Up With Dignity What He Cannot Retain.

As Freely As The Firmament Embraces The World, Or The Sun Pours Forth Impartially His Beams, So Mercy Must Encircle Both Friend And Foe.

Historians Are Prophets With Their Face Turned Backward.

The Storm Is Master. Man, As A Ball, Is Tossed Twixt Winds And Billows.

He That Is Overcautious Will Accomplish Little.

Utility Is The Great Idol Of The Age, To Which All Powers Must Do Service And All Talents Swear Allegiance. In This Great Balance Of Utility, The Spiritual Service Of Art Has No Weight, And, Deprived Of All Encouragement, It Vanishes From The Noisy Vanity Fair Of Our Time.

Far Must Thy Researches Go Wouldst Thou Learn The World To Know; Thou Must Tempt The Dark Abyss Wouldst Thou Prove What Being Is; Naught But Firmness Gains The Prize, Naught But Fullness Makes Us Wise, Buried Deep Truth E'er Lies.

Virtue Has Her Heroes Too As Well As Fame And Fortune.

I Know That We Often Tremble At An Empty Terror; Yet The False Fancy Brings A Real Misery.

Have Hope. Though Clouds Environs Now, And Gladness Hides Her Face In Scorn, Put Thou The Shadow From Thy Brow, - No Night But Hath Its Morn.

All Things Must; Man Is The Only Creature That Wills.

Dare To Err And To Dream. Deep Meaning Often Lies In Childish Plays.

Culture, Far From Giving Us Freedom, Only Develops, As It Advances, New Necessities; The Fetters Of The Physical Close More Tightly Around Us, So That The Fear Of Loss Quenches Even The Ardent Impulse Toward Improvement, And The Maxims Of Passive Obedience Are Held To Be The Highest Wisdom Of Life.

To The Fool-king Belongs The World.

Every True Genius Is Bound To Be Naive.

What Is The Short Meaning Of The Long Speech?

To Be Man's Tender Mate Was Woman Born, And In Obeying Nature She Best Serves The Purposes Of Heaven.

Ah, To That Far Distant Strand Bridge There Was Not To Convey, Not A Bark Was Near At Hand, Yet True Love Soon Found The Way.

No, No! I Do Nature Injustice. She Gave Us Inventive Faculty, And Set Us Naked, And Helpless On The Shore Of This Great Ocean,--the World; Swim Those Who Can, The Heavy May Go To The Bottom.

Nothing Leads To Good That Is Not Natural.

Think With Awe On The Slow And Quiet Power Of Time.

Youth Covets; Let Not This Covetousness Seduce You.

An Axe At Home Saves Hiring A Carpenter.

Mankind Is Made Great Or Little By Its Own Will.

Truth Exists For The Wise, Beauty For The Feeling Heart.

Disappointments Are To The Soul What A Thunderstorm Is To The Air.

Worthless Is The Nation That Does Not Gladly Stake Its All On Its Honor.

The History Of The World Is The World's Court Of Justice.

Love Is Only Known By Him Who Hopelessly Persists In Love.

He, That Noble Prize Possessing He That Boasts A Friend That's True, He Whom Woman's Love Is Blessing, Let Him Join The Chorus Too!

What's Old Collapses, Times Change, And New Life Blossoms In The Ruins.

Measure Not By The Scale Of Perfection The Meager Product Of Reality.

Be True, And Thou Shalt Fetter Time With Everlasting Chain.

No Cause Has He To Say His Doom Is Harsh, Who's Made The Master Of His Destiny.

Never The Grave Gives Back What It Has Won!

A Brave Man Hazards Life, But Not His Conscience.

The First Great Law Is To Obey.

There Is Room In The Smallest Cottage For A Happy Loving Pair.

Wouldst Thou Know Thyself, Observe The Actions Of Others. Wouldst Thou Other Men Know, Look Thou Within Thine Own Heart.

Spring Flies, And With It All The Train It Leads; And Flowers, In Fading, Leave Us But Their Seeds.

Fate Always Wins, For Our Own Heart Within Us Imperiously Furthers Its Designs.

The Happy Man Does Not Notice The Flight Of Time.

You Worthy Critics, Or Whatever You May Call Yourselves, Are Ashamed Or Afraid Of The Momentary And Passing Madness Which Is Found In All Real Creators, The Longer Or Shorter Duration Of Which Distinguishes The Thinking Artist From The Dreamer. Hence Your Complaints Of Unfruitfulness, For You Reject Too Soon And Discriminate Too Severely.

The Very Plants Turn With A Joyful Transport To The Light.

The Brave Person Thinks Of Himself Last Of All.

I Feel An Army In My Fist.

Sorrow Is Brief But Joy Is Endless

Truth Suffers No Loss If A Vehement Youth Fails In Finding It, In The Same Way That Virtue And Religion Suffer No Detriment If A Criminal Denies Them.

Man Ever Talks, And Man Ever Dreams Of Better Days That Are Yet To Be, After Glittering Goal, That Distant Gleams, Running And Racing Untiringly. The Worldly May Grow Old And Young As It Will, But The Hope Of Man Is Improvement Still. Hope Bears Him Into Life In Her Arms, She Flutters Around The Boy's Young Bloom, The Soul Of Youth With Her Magic Warms, Nor Rests With Age In The Silent Tomb; For Ends Man His Weary Course At The Grave, There Plants He Hope O'er His Ashes To Wave.

Futurity Is Impregnable To Mortal Ken: No Prayer Pierces Through Heaven's Adamantine Walls. Whether The Birds Fly Right Or Left, Whatever Be The Aspect Of The Stars, The Book Of Nature Is A Maze, Dreams Are A Lie, And Every Sign A Falsehood.

Against Stupidity, God Himself Fights In Vain.

The Moor Has Done His Work, The Moor May Go.

No Greater Grief Than To Remember Days Of Gladness When Sorrow Is At Hand.

Yet Have I Ever Heard It Said That Spies And Tale-bearers Have Done More Mischief In This World Than Poisoned Bowl Or The Assassin's Dagger.

Grace Is The Beauty Of Form Under The Influence Of Freedom.

The World's History Is Constant, Like The Laws Of Nature, And Simple, Like The Souls Of Men. The Same Conditions Continually Produce The Same Results.

It Is Not Flesh And Blood, But Heart Which Makes Us Fathers And Sons.

He Who Neglects The Present Moment Throws Away All He Has.

Nothing, It Is True, Is More Common Than For Both Science And Art To Pay Homage To The Spirit Of The Age, And For Creative Taste To Accept The Law Of Critical Taste.

A Childlike Mind In Its Simplicity Practises That Science Of Good To Which The Wise May Be Blind.

Art Is The Daughter Of Freedom.

It Is Through Beauty That We Arrive At Freedom.

It Hinders The Creative Work Of The Mind If The Intellect Examines Too Closely The Ideas As They Pour In.

Sentimental Poetry Differs From Naive Poetry In That It Relates The Real State At Which The Latter Stops To Ideas And Applies Ideas To That Reality.

You Saw His Weakness, And He Will Never Forgive You.

O Jealousy! Thou Magnifier Of Trifles.

Joy, In Nature's Wide Dominion, Mightiest Cause Of All Is Found; And 'tis Joy That Moves The Pinion When The Wheel Of Time Goes Round.

Seraphs Share With Thee Knowledge; But Art, O Man, Is Thine Alone!

O The Eye's Light Is A Noble Gift Of Heaven! All Beings Live From Light, Each Fair Created Thing; The Very Plants Turn With A Joyful Transport To The Light.

When The Measured Dance Of The Hours Brings Back The Happy Smile Of Spring, The Buried Dead Is Born Again In The Life-glance Of The Sun. The Germs Which Perished To The Eye Within The Cold Breast Of The Earth Spring Up With Joy In The Bright Realm Of Day.

Time Consecrates; And What Is Gray With Age Becomes Religion.

A Noble Soul Spreads Even Over A Face In Which The Architectonic Beauty Is Wanting An Irresistible Grace, And A Often Even Triumphs Over The Natural Disfavor.

Revenge Is Barren Of Itself: It Is The Dreadful Food It Feeds On; Its Delight Is Murder, And Its End Is Despair.

You Have To Go The Rounds From Individual To Individual In Order To Gather The Totality Of The Race.

If You Would Attain To Your Highest, Go Look Upon A Flower;what The Flower Does Willessly, That Do Willingly.

Satisfied If They Themselves Can Escape From The Hard Labour Of Thought, They Willingly Abandon To Others The Guardianship Of Their Thoughts.

The Greeks Put Us To Shame Not Only By Their Simplicity, Which Is Foreign To Our Age; They Are At The Same Time Our Rivals, Nay, Frequently Our Models, In Those Very Points Of Superiority From Which We Seek Comfort When Regretting The Unnatural Character Of Our Manners. We See That Remarkable People Uniting At Once Fullness Of Form And Fullness Of Substance, Both Philosophising And Creating, Both Tender And Energetic, Uniting A Youthful Fancy To The Virility Of Reason In A Glorious Humanity.

Man, One May Say, Was Never In Such A Completely Animal Condition; But He Has, On The Other Hand, Never Escaped From It.

We Are Citizens Of An Age, As Well As Of A State; And If It Is Held To Be Unseemly, Or Even Inadmissible, For A Man To Cut Himself Off From The Customs And Manners Of The Circle In Which He Lives, Why Should It Be Less Of A Duty, In The Choice Of His Activity, To Submit His Decision To The Needs And The Taste Of His Century?

It Is Often Wise To Reveal That Which Cannot Be Concealed For Long.

One Drop Of Hatred Left In The Cup Of Joy Turns The Most Blissful Draught Into Poison.

Wise To Resolve, Patient To Perform.

Let Him That Sows The Serpent's Teeth Not Hope To Reap A Joyous Harvest. Every Crime Has, In The Moment Of Its Perpetration, Its Own Avenging Angel,--dark Misgivings At The Inmost Heart.

In A Narrow Circle The Mind Contracts. Man Grows With His Expanded Needs.

Our Safety Is Not In Blindness, But In Facing Our Dangers.

To Save All We Must Risk All.

He Who Has Done His Best For His Own Time Has Lived For All Times.

It Is Not The Mere Station Of Life That Stamps The Value On Us, But The Manner In Which We Act Our Part.

I Feel That I Am A Man Of Destiny.

We, We Live! Ours Are The Hours, And The Living Have Their Claims.

There Are Occasions When The General Belief Of The People, Even Though It Be Groundless, Works Its Effect As Sure As Truth Itself.

Everlastingly Chained To A Single Little Fragment Of The Whole, Man Himself Develops Into Nothing But A Fragment; Everlastingly In His Ear The Monotonous Sound Of The Wheel That He Turns, He Never Develops The Harmony Of His Being, And Instead Of Putting The Stamp Of Humanity Upon His Own Nature, He Becomes Nothing More Than The Imprint Of His Occupation Or Of His Specialized Knowledge.

The Mountain Cannot Frighten One Who Was Born On It.

Only The Soldier Is A Free Man, Because He Can Look Death In The Face.

What Shall He Fear That Does Not Fear Death.

Man Is Created Free, And Is Free, Even Though Born In Chains.

Sorrows Must Die With The Joys They Outnumber.

The Lemonade Is Weak, Like Your Soul.

Whatever Lives, Lives To Die In Sorrow. We Engage Our Hearts, And Grasp After The Things Of This World, Only To Undergo The Pang Of Losing Them.

He Who Never Ventures Beyond Actuality Will Never Win The Prize Of Truth.

The Future Comes Slowly, The Present Flies And The Past Stands Still Forever.

A Sublime Soul Can Rise To All Kinds Of Greatness, But By An Effort; It Can Tear Itself From All Bondage, To All That Limits And Constrains It, But Only By Strength Of Will. Consequently The Sublime Soul Is Only Free By Broken Efforts.

Be Noble Minded! Our Own Heart, And Not Other Men's Opinions Of Us, Forms Our True Honor.

Wine Invents Nothing; It Only Tattles.

For The World Is Only Governed By Self-interest.

Posterity Weaves No Garlands For Imitators.

The World's History Is The World's Judgment.

Where There Is Much Freedom There Is Much Error.

To Know Thyself--in Others Self-concern; Would'st Thou Know Others? Read Thyself--and Learn!

Honor Women! They Entwine And Weave Heavenly Roses In Our Earthly Life.

Art Is Difficult, Transient Is Her Reward.

Around, Around, Companions All, Take Your Ground, And Name The Bell With Joy Profound! Concordia Is The Word We've Found Most Meet To Express The Harmonious Sound, That Calls To Those In Friendship Bound.

Votes Should Be Weighed Not Counted.

If You Want To Study Yourself, Look Into The Hearts Of Other People. If You Want To Study Other People, Look Into Your Own Heart.

He That Is Over-cautious Will Accomplish But Very Little.

Each State Of The Human Mind Has Some Parable In The Physical Creation By Which It Is Shadowed Forth; Nor Is It Only Artists And Poets, But Even The Most Abstract Thinkers That Have Drawn From This Source. Lively Activity We Name Fire; Time Is A Stream That Rolls On, Sweeping All Before It; Eternity Is A Circle; A Mystery Is Hid In Midnight Gloom, And Truth Dwells In The Sun. Nay, I Begin To Believe That Even The Future Destiny Of The Human Race Is Prefigured In The Dark Oracular Utterances Of Bodily Creation.

The Zeal Of Friends It Is That Razes Me, And Not The Hate Of Enemies.

It May Here Be Justly Said, That Genuine Morality Is Preserved Only In The School Of Adversity, And A State Of Continuous Prosperity May Easily Prove A Quicksand To Virtue.

Even In A Righteous Cause Force Is A Fearful Thing.

Glory To Women! They Weave And Entwine Heavenly Roses Into An Earthly Life.

On The Mountains There Is Freedom! The World Is Perfect Everywhere, Save Where Man Comes With His Torment.

Deeper Meaning Resides In The Fairy Tales Told To Me In My Childhood Than In The Truth That Is Taught By Life.

Illusion Is Brief, But Repentance Is Long.

Every Great Mind Seeks To Labor For Eternity. All Men Are Captivated By Immediate Advantages; Great Minds Alone Are Excited By The Prospect Of Distant Good.

Chains Of Iron Or Of Silk-both Are Chains.

Deaf Rage That Hears No Leader.

Joy, Thou Spark From Heav'n Immortal, Daughter Of Elysium! Drunk With Fire, Toward Heaven Advancing Goddess, To Thy Shrine We Come. Thy Sweet Magic Brings Together What Stern Custom Spreads Afar; All Men Become Brothers Where Thy Happy Wing-beats Are.

In Love, Jealousy Is The Great Exaggerator.

Uncommon Men Require No Common Trust; Give Him But Scope And He Will Set The Bounds.

Joy All Creatures Drink At Nature's Bosoms.

Great Souls Endure In Silence.

The Jest Loses Its Point When He Who Makes It Is The First To Laugh.

Love Is The Reward Of Love.

Did You Think The Lion Was Sleeping Because He Didn't Roar?

Like A Dart The Present Glances, Silent Stands The Past Sublime.

Misery Travels Free Through The Whole World!

I Have Enjoyed Earthly Happiness, I Have Lived And Loved.

Innocence Has A Friend In Heaven.

Peace Is Rarely Denied To The Peaceful.

To Rankling Poison Hast Thou Turned In Me The Milk Of Human Kindness.

The Universe Is A Thought Of God.

In The Case Of A Creative Mind, It Seems To Me, The Intellect Has Withdrawn Its Watchers From The Gates, And The Ideas Rush In Pell-mell And Only Then Does It Review And Inspect The Multitudes.

One Can Give Advice Comfortably From A Safe Port.

As Noble Art Has Survived Noble Nature, So Too She Marches Ahead Of It, Fashioning And Awakening By Her Inspiration. Before Truth Sends Her Triumphant Light Into The Depths Of The Heart, Imagination Catches Its Rays, And The Peaks Of Humanity Will Be Glowing When Humid Night Still Lingers In The Valleys.

Will It, And Set To Work Briskly.

Dare To Be Wrong And To Dream.

The Man Who Fears Nothing Is As Powerful As He Who Is Feared By Everybody.

A Healthy Nature Needs No God Or Immortality

A Gloomy Guest Fits Not A Wedding Feast.

The Voice Of Our Age Seems By No Means Favorable To Art, At All Events To That Kind Of Art To Which My Inquiry Is Directed. The Course Of Events Has Given A Direction To The Genius Of The Time That Threatens To Remove It Continually Further From The Ideal Of Art. For Art Has To Leave Reality, It Has To Raise Itself Bodily Above Necessity And Neediness; For Art Is The Daughter Of Freedom, And It Requires Its Prescriptions And Rules To Be Furnished By The Necessity Of Spirits And Not By That Of Matter.

Man Is An Imitative Creature.

The May Of Life Blooms Once And Never Again.

I Have Enjoyed The Happiness Of The World; I Have Loved.

Speech Is Always Bolder Than Action.

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