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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.

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Everlastingly Chained To A

Friedrich Schiller

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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.

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Doch Zittre Vor Der Langsamen, Der Stillen Macht Der Zeit. Yet Tremble At The Slow, Silent Power Of Time.

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.

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For The World Is Only Governed By Self-interest.

It Is Difficult To Discriminate The Voice Of Truth From Amid The Clamor Raised By Heated Partisans.

In The Ardor Of Pursuit Men Soon Forget The Goal From Which They Start.

Cling To Thy Native Land, For It Is The Land Of Thy Fathers?

Man Is Made Of Ordinary Things, And Habit Is His Nurse.

There Are Evil Spirits Who Suddenly Fix Their Abode In Man's Unguarded Breast, Causing Us To Commit Devilish Deeds, And Then, Hurrying Back To Their Native Hell, Leave Behind The Stings Of Remorse In The Poisoned Bosom.

There Is No Such Thing As Chance; And What Seem To Us Merest Accident Springs From The Deepest Source Of Destiny.

Live With Your Century; But Do Not Be Its Creature.

Peace Is Rarely Denied To The Peaceful.

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

Not He Who Scorns The Saviour's Yoke Should Wear His Cross Upon The Heart.

It Is Criminal To Steal A Purse, Daring To Steal A Fortune, A Mark Of Greatness To Steal A Crown. The Blame Diminishes As The Guilt Increases.

Speech Is Always Bolder Than Action.

Love Guides The Stars Towards Each Other, The World Plan Endures Only Through Love.

The Empire Of Saturnus Is Gone By; Lord Of The Secret Birth Of Things Is He; Within The Lap Of Earth, And In The Depths Of The Imagination Dominates; And His Are All Things That Eschew The Light. The Time Is O'er Of Brooding And Contrivance, For Jupiter, The Lustrous, Lordeth Now, And The Dark Work, Complete Of Preparation, He Draws By Force Into The Realm Of Light. Now Must We Hasten On To Action, Ere The Scheme, And Most Auspicious Positure Parts O'er My Head, And Takes Once More Its Flight, For The Heavens Journey Still, And Adjourn Not.

The Mind Is The Eyesight Of The Soul.

Love Can Sun The Realms Of Night.

One Can Give Advice Comfortably From A Safe Port.

The Great Happiness Of Life, I Find, After All, To Consist In The Regular Discharge Of Some Mechanical Duty.

The First Great Law Is To Obey.

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

It Is Through Beauty That We Arrive At Freedom.

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.

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.

The Worst Of Me Is Known, And I Can Say That I Am Better Than The Reputation I Bear.

Truth Lives On In The Midst Of Deception.

When The Wine Goes In, Strange Things Come Out.

The Lemonade Is Weak, Like Your Soul.

He Cannot Complain Of A Hard Sentence, Who Is Made Master Of His Own Fate.

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.

Folly, Thou Conquerest, And I Must Yield! Against Stupidity The Very Gods Themselves Contend In Vain. Exalted Reason, Resplendent Daughter Of The Head Divine, Wise Foundress Of The System Of The World, Guide Of The Stars, Who Are Thou Then, If Thou, Bound To The Tail Of Folly's Uncurb'd Steed, Must, Vainly Shrieking, With The Drunken Crowd, Eyes Open, Plunge Down Headlong In The Abyss.

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

Individual Character Is In The Right That Is In Strict Consistence With Itself. Self-contradiction Is The Only Wrong.

As Freely As The Firmament Embraces The World, So Mercy Must Encircle Friend And Foe. The Sun Poursforth Impartially His Beams Through All The Regions Of Infinity; Heaven Bestows The Dew Equally On Every Thirsty Plant. Whatever Is Good And Comes From On High Is Universal And Without Reserve: But In The Heart's Recesses Darkness Dwells.

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

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

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

Virtue, Though Clothed In A Beggar's Garb, Commands Respect.

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

Wine Invents Nothing; It Only Tattles.

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

Dare To Be Wrong And To Dream.

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

What Is Life Without The Radiance Of Love?

Many A Crown Shines Spotless Now That Yet Was Deeply Sullied In The Winning.

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

Death Is A Mighty Mediator. There All The Flames Of Rage Are Extinguished, Hatred Is Appeased, And Angelic Pity, Like A Weeping Sister, Bends With Gentle And Close Embrace Over The Funeral Urn.

A Virtuous Name Is The Precious Only Good, For Which Queens And Peasants' Wives Must Contest Together.

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

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.

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Whoever Fails To Turn Aside The Ills Of Life By Prudent Forethought, Must Submit To Fulfill The Course Of Destiny.

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

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O God, How Lovely Still Is Life!

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Heaven And Earth Fight In Vain Against A Dunce!

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In Love, Jealousy Is The Great Exaggerator.

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

Of All The Possessions Of This Life Fame Is The Noblest; When The Body Has Sunk Into The Dust The Great Name Still Lives.

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

Against Stupidity, God Himself Fights In Vain.

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Stern Is The Visage Of Necessity.

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If Thou Art Something Bring Thy Soul And Interchange With Mine. - Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller.

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

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Chains Of Iron Or Of Silk-both Are Chains.

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

Obedience Decks The Christian Most.

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

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

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

Deep Meaning Lies Often In Childish Play.

Whatever Is Not Forbidden Is Permitted.

The Universe Is A Thought Of God.

A Gloomy Guest Fits Not A Wedding Feast.

It Is Only Through The Morning Gate Of The Beautiful That You Can Penetrate Into The Realm Of Knowledge. That Which We Feel Here As Beauty We Shall One Day Know As Truth.

As Soon As I Have Begun To Fear I Have Ceased To Fear.

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

O'er Ocean, With A Thousand Masts, Sails Forth The Stripling Bold- One Boat, Hard Rescued From The Deep, Draws Into Port The Old!

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

An Axe At Home Saves Hiring A Carpenter.

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.

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.

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

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.

Gray Hairs Are Death's Blossoms.

I Am My Own Heaven And Hell!

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

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.

We Can Never Replace A Friend. When A Man Is Fortunate Enough To Have Several, He Finds They Are All Different. No One Has A Double In Friendship.

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

Great Souls Suffer In Silence.

Life Did Not Present Its Sunny Side To Thee.

It Is At The Approach Of Extreme Danger When A Hollow Puppet Can Accomplish Nothing, That Power Falls Into The Mighty Hands Of Nature, Of The Spirit Giant-born, Who Listens Only To Himself, And Knows Nothing Of Compacts.

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Love Is The Reward Of Love.

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

Freedom Exists Only With Power.

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?

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

The Mountain Cannot Frighten One Who Was Born On It.

An Honest Man You May Form Of Windle-straws, But To Make A Rogue You Must Have Grist.

The Dignity Of Man Into Your Hands Is Given; Oh, Keep It Well, With You It Sinks Or Lifts Itself To Heaven.

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

I Feel That I Am A Man Of Destiny.

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

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

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

Toil Of Science Swells The Wealth Of Art.

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.

The Iron Chain And The Silken Cord Are Both Equally Bonds.

Happy He Who Learns To Bear What He Cannot Change.

You Make Me Happy

Full Of Wisdom Are The Ordinations Of Fate.

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

A Noble Heart Will Always Capitulate To Reason.

To Save All We Must Risk All.

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

The Joke Loses Everything When The Joker Laughs Himself.

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.

I Am Called The Richest Monarch In The Christian World; The Sun In My Dominion Never Sets.

Votes Should Be Weighed Not Counted.

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.

The Gentlest Man Cannot Live In Peace If It Does Not Please His Wicked Neighbor.

We Are Too Prone To Find Fault; Let Us Look For Some Of The Perfections.

The Greater Part Of Humanity Is Too Much Harassed And Fatigued By The Struggle With Want, To Rally Itself For A New And Sterner Struggle With Error.

Yes Great People Are Always Subject To Persecution And Always Getting Into Straits.

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.

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

Forgiveness Is The Divinest Of Victories.

Weep, For The Light Is Dead.

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

The World Is Ruled Only By Consideration Of Advantages.

The May Of Life Blooms Once And Never Again.

Egotism Erects Its Center In Itself; Love Places It Out Of Itself In The Axis Of The Universal Whole. Love Aims At Unity, Egotism At Solitude. Love Is The Citizen Ruler Of A Flourishing Republic, Egotism Is A Despot In A Devastated Creation. Egotism Sows For Gratitude, Love For The Ungrateful. Love Gives, Egotism Lends; And Love Does This Before The Throne Of Judicial Truth, Indifferent If For The Enjoyment Of The Following Moment, Or With The View To A Martyr's Crown--indifferent Whether The Reward Is In This Life Or In The Next.

There Is More To Life Than Just Existing And Having A Pleasant Time.

Honesty Prospers In Every Condition Of Life.

Time Is A Blooming Field: Nature Is Ever Teeming With Life: And All Is Seed, And All Is Fruit.

A Deep Meaning Often Lies In Old Customs.

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

On Dreary Night Let Lusty Sunshine Fall.

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.

Dear Is My Friend--yet From My Foe, As From My Friend, Comes Good: My Friend Shows What I Can Do, And My Foe What I Should.

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

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

Life Is Earnest, Art Is Gay.

Knowledge, The Object Of Knowledge And The Knower Are The Three Factors Which Motivate Action; The Senses, The Work And The Doer Comprise The Threefold Basis Of Action.

To The Fool-king Belongs The World.

Satisfy A Few To Please Many Is Bad.

Art Is The Right Hand Of Nature.

Appearance Should Never Attain Reality, And If Nature Conquers, Then Must Art Retire.

If The Art Of Gardening Is At Last To Turn Back From Her Extravagances And Rest With Her Other Sisters, It Is, Above Everything, Necessary To Have Clearly Before You What You Require . . . It Is Certainly Tasteless And Inconsistent To Desire To Encompass The World With A Garden-wall, But Very Practicable And Reasonable To Make A Garden . . . Into A Characteristic Whole To The Eye, Heart, And Nderstanding Alike.

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

The Dictates Of The Heart Are The Voice Of Fate.

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

Only Through Beauty's Morning-gate, Dost Thou Penetrate The Land Of Knowledge.

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

I Follow My Heart, For I Can Trust It.

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

History, Insofar As It Accustoms Human Beings To Comprehend The Whole Of The Past And To Hasten Forward With Its Conclusions Into The Far Future, Conceals The Boundaries Of Birth And Death, Which Enclose The Life Of The Human Being So Narrowly And Oppressively, And With A Kind Of Optical Illusion, Expands His Short Existence Into Endless Space, Leading The Individual Imperceptibly Over Into Humanity.

To Gain A Crown By Fighting Is Great, To Reject It Divine.

O Jealousy! Thou Magnifier Of Trifles.

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.

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