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Generally Speaking, An Author's Style Is A Faithful Copy Of His Mind. If You Would Write A Lucid Style, Let There First Be Light In Your Own Mind; And If You Would Write A Grand Style, You Ought To Have A Grand Character.

-Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

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Generally Speaking, An Author's

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Generally Speaking, An Author's Style Is A Faithful Copy Of His Mind. If You Would Write A Lucid Style, Let There First Be Light In Your Own Mind; And If You Would Write A Grand Style, You Ought To Have A Grand Character.

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Beloved Brother, Let Us Not Forget That Man Can Never Get Away From Himself. [ger., Lass Uns, Geliebter Bruder, Nicht Vergessen, Dass Von Sich Selbst Der Mensch Nicht Scheiden Kann.]

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We Gladly Put Antiquity Above Our Age But Not Posterity. Only A Father Doesn't Begrudge His Son's Talent.

I Am What I Am, So Take Me As I Am!.

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Foreign Language

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Hold Your Powers Together For Something Good And Let Everything Go That Is For You Without Result And Is Not Suited To You.

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Correction Does Much, But Encouragement Does More.

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The Rainbow Mirrors Human Aims And Action. Think, And More Clearly Wilt Thou Grasp It, Seeing Life Is But Light In Many-hued Reflection.

Wisdom Is Only Found In Truth.

A Person Hears Only What They Understand.

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Taste Is Only To Be Educated By Contemplation, Not Of The Tolerably Good But Of The Truly Excellent.

Let No One Be Ashamed To Say Yes Today If Yesterday He Said No. Or To Say No Today If Yesterday He Said Yes. For That Is Life. Never To Have Changed-what A Pitiable Thing Of Which To Boast!

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True Happiness Springs From Moderation. [ger., Aus Massigkeit Entspringt Ein Reines Gluck.]

Tolerance Should, Strictly Speaking, Be Only A Passing Mood; It Ought To Lead To Acknowledgment And Appreciation. To Tolerate A Person Is To Affront Him.

Daily Life Is More Instructive Than The Most Effective Book.

The Connoisseur Of Art Must Be Able To Appreciate What Is Simply Beautiful, But The Common Run Of People Is Satisfied With Ornament.

Architecture Is Frozen Music. [ger., Die Backunst Ist Eine Erstarrte Musik.]

On All The Peaks Lies Peace.

If There Is Confusion In Your Head And In Your Heart, What More Do You Want! A Man Who No Longer Loves And No Longer Errs Should Have Himself Buried Straight Away.

The Most Original Of Authors Are Not So Because They Advance What Is New, But More Because They Know How To Say Something, As If It Had Never Been Said Before.

The Woman-soul Leadeth Us Upward And On!

Treat A Person As They Are, They Will Remain So. Treat A Person The Way That Person Can Be And Is Capable Of Being And That Person Will Become As He Or She Can Be And Should Be.

My Poor Head Is In Such A Whirl, My Mind Is All In Bits.

With Little Art, Clear Wit And Sense Suggest Their Own Delivery.

Willing Is Not Enough, We Must Do.

Men Are So Inclined To Content Themselves With What Is Commonest; The Spirit And The Senses So Easily Grow Dead To The Impressions Of The Beautiful And Perfect, That Every One Should Study, By All Methods, To Nourish In His Mind The Faculty Of Feeling These Things. ...for This Reason, One Ought Every Day At Least, To Hear A Little Song, Read A Good Poem, See A Fine Picture, And, If It Were Possible, To Speak A Few Reasonable Words.

What You Have Inherited From Your Forefathers, It Takes Work To Make It Your Own.

When We Treat Man As He Is, We Make Him Worse Than He Is; When We Treat Him As If He Already Were What He Potentially Could Be, We Make Him What He Should Be.

The Soul That Sees Beauty May Sometimes Walk Alone.

Who Is Sure Of Their Own Motives Can In Confidence Advance Or Retreat.

Noble Be Man, Helpful And Good! For That Alone Sets Him Apart From Every Other Creature On Earth.

Our Passions Are The True Phoenixes; When The Old One Is Burnt Out, A New One Rises From Its Ashes.

The Trouble Is Small, The Fun Is Great. [ger., Die Muh'ist Klein, Der Spass Ist Gross.]

Conscience Is The Virtue Of The Observers Not The Agents Of Action

Every Individual Who Is Not Creative Has A Negative, Narrow, Exclusive Taste And Succeeds In Depriving Creative Being Of Its Energy And Life.

I Have Found A Paper Of Mine Among Some Others In Which I Call Architecture 'petrified Music.' Really There Is Something In This; The Tone Of Mind Produced By Architecture Approaches The Effect Of Music.

Self Knowledge Is Best Learned Not By Contemplation, But By Action.

To Like Things Like, Whatever One May Ail; There Is Certain Help.

What You Desire When Young, You Have In Abundance When Old.

A Man Does Not Mind Being Blamed For His Faults, And Being Punished For Them, And He Patiently Suffers Much For Them; But He Becomes Impatient If He Is Required To Give Them Up.

The Soul Of The Christian Religion Is Reverence.

Whoever Would Understand The Poet Must Go Into The Poet's Country. [ger., Wer Den Dichter Will Verstehen Muss In Dichters Lande Gehen.]

Miracle Is The Pet Child Of Faith.

Sometimes Our Fate Resembles A Fruit Tree In Winter. Who Would Think That Those Branches Would Turn Green Again And Blossom, But We Hope It, We Know It.

Fortunately, We Can Take In Only So Much Misfortune; What Exceeds That Limit Either Destroys Us Or Leaves Us Indifferent.

The Art Of Governing Is A Great Metier, Requiring The Whole Man, And It Is Therefore Not Well For A Ruler To Have Too Strong Tendencies For Other Affairs.

What Then Is Your Duty? What The Day Demands.

Habit Is A Man's Sole Comfort. We Dislike Doing Without Even Unpleasant Things To Which We Have Become Accustomed.

However Often We Turn To It [the Koran] At First Disgusting Us Each Time Afresh, It Soon Attracts, Astounds, And In The End Enforces Our Reverence. . . . Its Style, In Accordance With Its Contents And Aim Is Stern, Grand, Terrible - Ever And Anon Truly Sublime - Thus This Book Will Go On Exercising Through All Ages A Most Potent Influence.

The Credit Of Advancing Science Has Always Been Due To Individuals And Never To The Age.

Divide And Rule, A Sound Motto. Unite And Lead, A Better One.

The Spectacle Of Nature Is Always New, For She Is Always Renewing The Spectators. Life Is Her Most Exquisite Invention; And Death Is Her Expert Contrivance To Get Plenty Of Life.

Win For Yourself That Which Your Fathers Have Won.

Let Us Live, While We Are Alive!

It Is Natural To Man To Regard Himself As The Object Of The Creation, And To Think Of All Things In Relation To Himself, And The Degree In Which They Can Serve And Be Useful To Him.

To Know Where A Thing Is We Must Have Found It.

Enjoy What You Can, Endure What You Must.

The Bed Of Flowers Loosens Amain, The Beauteous Snowdrops Droop O'er The Plain. The Crocus Opens Its Glowing Bud, Like Emeralds Others, Others, Like Blood. With Saucy Gesture Primroses Flare, And Roguish Violets, Hidden With Care; And Whatsoever There Stirs And Strives, The Spring's Contented, If Works And Thrives.

It Would Be A Lowly Art That Allowed Itself To Be Understood All At Once.

I Have Learned Much From Disease Which Life Could Have Never Taught Me Anywhere Else.

It Is The Nature Of Grace Always To Fill Spaces That Have Been Empty.

If The World Does Improve On The Whole, Yet Youth Must Always Begin Anew, And Go Through The Stages Of Culture From The Beginning.

Time Flies, And What Is Past Is Done.

The First And Last Thing Required Of Genius Is The Love Of Truth. [ger., Das Erste Und Letzte, Was Vom Genie Gefordert Wird, Ist Wahreits-liebe.]

To Know Someone Here Or There With Whom You Can Feel There Is Understanding In Spite Of Distances Or Thoughts Expressed That Can Make Life A Garden.

Thank God When He Oppresses You, And Again When He Releases You.

It Is The Great Triumph Of Genius To Make The Common Appear Novel.

Neither Art Thou The Man To Catch The Fiend And Hold Him! [ger., Du Bist Noch Nicht Der Mann Den Teufel Festzuhalten.

Great Necessity Elevates Man, Petty Necessity Casts Him Down

For A Man To Achieve All That Is Demanded Of Him He Must Regard Himself As Greater Than He Is.

The Best Fortune That Can Fall To A Man Is That Which Corrects His Defects And Makes Up For His Failings.

Instruction Does Much, But Encouragement Everything.

Could We Perfect Human Nature, We Might Also Expect A Perfect State Of Things.

When You Lose Interest In Anything, You Also Lose The Memory For It.

Superstition Is The Poetry Of Life. It Is Inherent In Man's Nature; And When We Think It Is Wholly Eradicated, It Takes Refuge In The Strangest Holes And Corners, Whence It Peeps Out All At Once, As Soon As It Can Do It With Safety.

It Has Been Said That Figures Rule The World. Maybe. But I Am Sure That Figures Show Us Whether It Is Being Ruled Well Or Badly.

You Can Put Up With Everything In This World Except Not With A Long Stretch Of Beautiful Days.

I Was Oppressed With The Sensations I Then Felt; I Sunk Under The Weight Of Them.

If Nature Is Your Teacher, Your Soul Will Awaken.

The Smallest Hair Throws Its Shadow. [ger., Das Kleinste Harr Wirft Seinen Schatten.]

Our Foibles Are Really What Make Us Lovable.

A Well-bred Carriage Is Difficult To Imitate; For In Strictness It Is Negative, And It Implies A Long-continued Previous Training.

What Makes Poetry? A Full Heart, Brimful Of One Noble Passion.

Necessity Is Cruel, But It Is The Only Test Of Inward Strength. Every Fool May Live According To His Own Likings.

The Flowers Of Life Are But Illusions. How Many Fade Away And Leave No Trace.

Mastery Passes Often For Egotism.

The Work Of Art May Have A Moral Effect, But To Demand Moral Purpose From The Artist Is To Make Him Ruin His Work.

The Artist Has A Twofold Relation To Nature; He Is At Once Her Master And Her Slave.

And Here, Poor Fool, With All My Lore I Stand No Wiser Than Before.

The Modern Age Has A False Sense Of Superiority, Because Of The Great Mass Of Data At Its Disposal. But The Valid Criterion Of Distinction Is Rather The Extent To Which Man Knows How To Form And Master The Material At His Command.

Certain Faults Are Necessary For The Existence Of The Individual. We Would Resent It If Old Friends Were To Get Rid Of Certain Peculiarities.

For A Strolling Damsel A Doubtful Reputation Bears.

All Theory, Dear Friend, Is Gray, But The Golden Tree Of Life Springs Ever Green.

Architecture Is Crystallized Music.

The Sea Is Flowing Ever, The Land Retains It Never.

Wood Burns Because It Has The Proper Stuff In It; And A Man Becomes Famous Because He Has The Proper Stuff In Him.

Once I Blazed Across The Sky, Leaving Trails Of Flame; I Fell To Earth, And Here I Lie - Who'll Help Me Up Again? -a Shooting Star

Wishes Are Premonitions Of Abilities.

How Shall We Plan, That All Be Fresh And New-- Important Matter Yet Attractive Too? [ger., Wie Machen Wir's, Dass Alles Frisch Und Neu Und Mit Bedeutung Auch Gefallig Sei?]

A Plant Is Like A Self-willed Man, Out Of Whom We Can Obtain All Which We Desire, If We Will Only Treat Him His Own Way.

Legislators And Revolutionaries Who Promise Both Equality And Liberty Are Visionaries And Charlatans.

At Bottom, No Real Object Is Unpoetical, If The Poet Knows How To Use It Properly.

If God Had Wanted Me Otherwise, He Would Have Created Me Otherwise.

A State Of Affairs Which Leads To Daily Vexation Is Not The Right State.

It Is As Certain As It Is Strange That Truth And Error Come From One And The Same Source. Thus It Is That We Are Often Not At Liberty To Do Violence To Error, Because At The Same Time We Do Violence To Truth.

Voluntary Dependence Is The Wonderful Form Of Existence, And How Could That Be Possible Without Love?

Insofar As He Makes Use Of His Healthy Senses, Man Himself Is The Best And Most Exact Scientific Instrument Possible. The Greatest Misfortune Of Modern Physics Is That Its Experiments Have Been Set Apart From Man, As It Were, Physics Refuses To Recognize Nature In Anything Not Shown By Artificial Instruments, And Even Uses This As A Measure Of Its Accomplishments.

These Auspicious Aspects, Which The Astrologers Subsequently Interpreted For Me, May Have Been The Causes Of My Preservation.

If Society Gives Up The Right To Impose The Death Penalty, Then Self-help Will Appear Again And Personal Vendettas Will Be Around The Corner.

The Soul Of Man Is Like To Water; From Heaven It Cometh, To Heaven It Riseth And Then Returning To Earth, Forever Alternating.

All Is Born Of Water; All Is Sustained By Water.

Every Great Idea Exerts, On First Appearing, A Tyrannical Influence: Hence, The Advantages It Brings Are Turned All Too Soon Into Disadvantages.

Let No One Be Like Another, Yet Everyone Like The Highest. How Is This Done? Be Each One Perfect In Himself.

Meaning Of Life

A Leaf That Is Destined To Grow Large Is Full Of Grooves And Wrinkles At The Start. Now If One Has No Patience And Wants It Smooth Offhand Like A Willow Leaf, There Is Trouble Ahead.

The Mediator Of The Inexpressible Is The Work Of Art.

A Man Who Is Ignorant Of Foreign Languages Is Also Ignorant Of His Own Language.

A Vain Man Can Never Be Utterly Ruthless: He Wants To Win Applause And Therefore He Accommodates Himself To Others

We Are Accustomed To See Men Deride What They Do Not Understand, And Snarl At The Good And Beautiful Because It Lies Beyond Their Sympathies

With Little Wit And Ease To Suit Them, They Whirl In Narrow Circling Trails, Like Kittens Playing With Their Tails.

Every Person Above The Ordinary Has A Certain Mission That They Are Called To Fulfill.

It Is Delivery That Makes The Orators Success.

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