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Go To The Place Where The Thing You Wish To Know Is Native; Your Best Teacher Is There. Where The Thing You Wish To Know Is So Dominant That You Must Breathe Its Very Atmosphere, There Teaching Is Moat Thorough, And Learning Is Most Easy. You Acquire A Language Most Readily In The Country Where It Is Spoken; You Study Mineralogy Boat Among Miners; And So With Everything Else.

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Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

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Go To The Place Where The Thing You Wish To Know Is Native; Your Best Teacher Is There. Where The Thing You Wish To Know Is So Dominant That You Must Breathe Its Very Atmosphere, There Teaching Is Moat Thorough, And Learning Is Most Easy. You Acquire A Language Most Readily In The Country Where It Is Spoken; You Study Mineralogy Boat Among Miners; And So With Everything Else.

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The Real Scholar Learns How To Evolve The Unknown From The Known, And Draws Near The Master.

We Can Stand Only A Certain Amount Of Unhappiness; Anything Beyond That Annihilates Us Or Passes Us By, Leaving Us Apathethetic.

Most Men, Even The Most Accomplished, Are Of Limited Faculties; Every One Sets A Value On Certain Qualities In Himself And Others: These Alone He Is Willing To Favour, These Alone Will He Have Cultivated.

Those Only Obtain Love, For The Most Part, Who Seek It Not.

The Happy Do Not Believe In Miracles.

Believe In Miracles

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

Whoever Strikes At Marriage Either By Word Or Act Undermines The Foundation Of All Moral Society.

The Old Lose One Of The Greatest Privileges Of Man, For They Are No Longer Judged By Their Contemporaries.

Alas! How Much There Is In Education, And In Our Social Institutions, To Prepare Us And Our Children For Insanity.

Thus One Can Observe That Those Who Proclaim Piety As Their Goal And Purpose Usually Turn Into Hypocrites.

On Top Of The World, Or In The Depths Of Despair.

Modern Poets Add A Lot Of Water To Their Ink.

If A Good Person Does You Wrong, Act As Though You Had Not Noticed It. If We Practice And Eye For An Eye And A Tooth For A Tooth, Soon The Wholeworld Will Be Blind And Toothless.

Nothing Shows A Man's Character More Than What He Laughs At.

A Talent Can Be Cultivated In Tranquility; A Character Only In The Rushing Stream Of Life.

Since I Have Heard Often Enough That Everyone In The End Has His Own Religion, Nothing Seemed More Natural To Me Than To Fashion My Own.

Let Us Not Dream That Reason Can Ever Be Popular. Passions, Emotions, May Be Made Popular; But Reason Remains Ever The Property Of An Elect Few.

The Greatest Difficulties Lie Where We Are Not Looking For Them.

Each One Of Us Must Carry Within The Proof Of Immortality, It Cannot Be Given From Outside Of Us. To Be Sure, Everything In Natureis Change But Behind The Change There Is Something Eternal.

Tolerance Should Really Be Only A Temporary Attitude; It Must Lead To Recognition. To Tolerate Means To Offend.

No Matter What One Says, You Can Recognize Only Those Matters That Are Equal To You. Only Rulers Who Possess Extraordinary Abilities Will Recognize And Esteem Properly Extraordinary Abilities In Their Subjects And Servants.

You Must Either Conquer And Rule Or Serve And Lose, Suffer Or Triumph, Be The Anvil Or The Hammer.

Faith Is Hidden Household Capital.

If You Want To Get Pleasure Out Of Life, You Must Attach Value To The World.

Stupidity Is Without Anxiety.

One Is Never Satisfied With A Portrait Of Persons Whom One Knows. That Is Why I Have Always Pitied Portraitists. One Demands So Seldom Of Others The Impossible, But Demands Just That Of The Portraitists.

I Believe In God And In Nature And In The Triumph Of Good Over Evil.

A Man Would Create Another Man If One Did Not Already Exist, But A Woman Might Live An Eternity Without Even Thinking Of Reproducing Her Own Sex.

People Are So Constituted That Everybody Would Rather Undertake What They See Others Do, Whether They Have An Aptitude For It Or Not.

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

And I Have Again Observed, My Dear Friend, In This Trifling Affair, That Misunderstandings And Neglect Occasion More Mischief In The World Than Even Malice And Wickedness. At All Events, The Two Latter Are Of Less Frequent Occurrence.

It Is In The Half Fools And The Half Wise That The Greatest Danger Lies.

A Great Scholar Is Seldom A Great Philosopher.

Great Philosophers

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No Wonder We Are All More Or Less Pleased With Mediocrity, Since It Leaves Us At Rest, And Gives The Same Comfortable Feeling As When One Associates With His Equals.

The Misery That Oppresses You Lies Not In Your Profession But In Yourself! What Man In The World Would Not Find His Situation Intolerable If He Chooses A Craft, An Art, Indeed Any Form Of Life, Without Experiencing An Inner Calling? Whoever Is Born With A Talent, Or To A Talent, Must Surely Find In That The Most Pleasing Of Occupations! Everything On This Earth Has Its Difficult Sides! Only Some Inner Drive - Pleasure, Love - Can Help Us Overcome Obstacles, Prepare A Path, And Lift As Out Of The Narrow Circle In Which Others Tread Out Their Anguished, Miserable Existences!

The Really Unhappy Person Is The One Who Leaves Undone What They Can Do, And Starts Doing What They Don't Understand; No Wonder They Come To Grief.

If You Don't Know Foreign Languages, You Don't Know Anything About Your Own.

Foreign Language

Classicism Is Health, Romanticisim Is Sickness.

Nothing Will Change The Fact That I Cannot Produce The Least Thing Without Absolute Solitude.

Where Confidence Is Wanting, The Most Beautiful Flower In The Garland Of Love Is Missing.

What Is My Life If I Am No Longer Useful To Others.

Age Does Not Make Us Childish, As Some Say; It Finds Us True Children.

No Limit, No Definition, May Restrict The Range Or Depth Of The Human Spirit's Passage Into Its Own Secrets Or The World's.

No Two People See The World Exactly Alike, And Different Temperaments Will Often Apply The Same Principle, Recognized By Both, Differently. Even One And The Same Person Won't Always Maintain The Same Views And Judgments: Earlier Convictions Must Give Way To Later Ones.

I Bid The Chords Sweet Music Make, And All Must Follow In My Wake.

Those Who Know Nothing Of Foreign Languages Know Nothing Of Their Own.

You Don't Love If You Don't Take The Beloved's Faults For Virtues.

When Two Men Quarrel, Who Owns The Cooler Head Is The More To Blame.

One Never Goes Further Than When They Do Not Know Where They Are Going.

Hell Begins The Day That God Grants You The Vision To See All That You Could Have Done, Should Have Done, And Would Have Done, But Did Not Do.

Every Reader, If He Has A Strong Mind, Reads Himself Into The Book, And Amalgamates His Thoughts With Those Of The Author.

Hope Is The Second Soul Of The Unhappy.

One Man's Word Is No Man's Word; We Should Quietly Hear Both Sides.

Who Enslaves Another's Manhood With Weak Human Power Alone, Lays A Heavier Yoke Of Bondage Thoughtlessly Upon His Own.

It Is Much Easier To Meet With Error Than To Find Truth; Error Is On The Surface, And Can Be More Easily Met With; Truth Is Hid In Great Depths, The Way To Seek Does Not Appear To All The World.

Against Great Advantages In Another, There Are No Means Of Defending Ourselves Except Love.

Wouldst Thou Ever Roam Abroad? See, What Is Good Lies By Thy Side. Only Learn To Catch Happiness, For Happiness Is Ever By You.

The Beautiful Is A Phenomenon Which Is Never Apparent Of Itself, But Is Reflected In A Thousand Different Works Of The Creator.

I Think That I Am Better Than The People Who Are Trying To Reform Me.

He Alone Deserves Liberty And Life Who Daily Must Win Them Anew.

The Phrases That Men Hear Or Repeat Continually, End By Becoming Convictions And Ossify The Organs Of Intelligence.

Alas, That We Should Be So Unwilling To Listen To The Still And Holy Yearnings Of The Heart! A God Whispers Quite Softly In Our Breast, Softly Yet Audibly; Telling Us What We Ought To Seek And What To Shun.

One Must Not Criticize That Which Is Common Since It Remains Always The Same.

The Best Genius Is That Which Absorbs And Assimilates Everything Without Doing The Least Violence To Its Fundamental Destiny.

We Are Surrounded By Abysses, But The Greatest Of All Depths Is In Our Own Heart, And An Irresistible Leaning Leads Us There. Draw Thyself From Thyself!

The Dear Good People Don't Know How Long It Takes To Learn To Read. I've Been At It Eighty Years, And Can't Say Yet That I've Reached The Goal.

A Word Spoken Is A Terrible Thing When It Suddenly Utters What The Heart Has Long Allowed.

The Artist May Be Well Advised To Keep His Work To Himself Till It Is Completed, Because No One Can Readily Help Him Or Advise Him With It... But The Scientist Is Wiser Not To Withhold A Single Finding Or A Single Conjecture From Publicity.

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.

Ingratitude Is Always A Kind Of Weakness. I Have Never Known Men Of Ability To Be Ungrateful.

Change Amuses The Mind, But Rarely Profits.

Every Man Has Enough Power Left To Carry Out That Of Which He Is Convinced.

Originality Provokes Originality.

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.

Let Us Seek To Fathom Those Things That Are Fathomable And Reserve Those Things Which Are Unfathomable For Reverence In Quietude.

Of The Book Of Books Most Wondrous Is The Tender Book Of Love.

If I Love You, What Business Is It Of Yours?

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The Highest Goal That Man Can Achieve Is Amazement.

All Poetry Is Supposed To Be Instructive But In An Unnoticeable Manner; It Is Supposed To Make Us Aware Of What It Would Be Valuable To Instruct Ourselves In; We Must Deduce The Lesson On Our Own, Just As With Life.

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

True Works Of Art Are A Manifestation Of The Higher Laws Of Nature.

Man's Highest Merit Always Is, As Much As Possible, To Rule External Circumstances And As Little As Possible To Let Himself Be Ruled By Them.

All Rights And Laws Are Still Transmitted, Like An Eternal Sickness To The Race. [ger., Es Erben Sich Gesetz And Rechte Wie Eine Ew'ge Krankheit Fort.]

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!

The Universal Subjugator, The Commonplace.

The More One Knows, The More One Comprehends, The More One Realizes That Everything Turns In A Circle.

It Is Not Always Needful For Truth To Take A Definite Shape; It Is Enough If It Hovers About Us Like A Spirit And Produces Harmony; If It Is Wafted Through The Air Like The Sound Of A Bell, Grave And Kindly.

The World Is For Thousands A Freak Show; The Images Flicker Past And Vanish; The Impressions Remain Flat And Unconnected In The Soul. Thus They Are Easily Led By The Opinions Of Others, Are Content To Let Their Impressions Be Shuffled And Rearranged And Evaluated Differently.

Water Its Living Strength First Shows, When Obstacles Its Course Oppose.

No One Is Willing To Believe That Adults Too, Like Children, Wander About This Earth In A Daze And, Like Children, Do Not Know Where They Come From Or Where They Are Going, Act As Rarely As They Do According To Genuine Motives, And Are As Thoroughly Governed As They Are By Biscuits And Cake And The Rod.

A Wounded Heart Can With Difficulty Be Cured. [ger., Doch Ein Gekranktes Herz Erholt Sich Schwer.]

One Must Keep Repeating The Truth.

A Useless Life Is An Early Death.

How Many Years Must A Man Do Nothing, Before He Can At All Know What Is To Be Done And How To Do It!

Ye Great Teachers: Listen To What You Say!

Wine Rejoices The Heart Of Man And Joy Is The Mother Of All Virtues.

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