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Happy Contractedness Of Youth, Nay, Of Mankind In General, That They Think Neither Of The High Nor The Deep, Of The True Nor The False, But Only Of What Is Suited To Their Own Conceptions.

-Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

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Happy Contractedness Of Youth,

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

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Happy Contractedness Of Youth, Nay, Of Mankind In General, That They Think Neither Of The High Nor The Deep, Of The True Nor The False, But Only Of What Is Suited To Their Own Conceptions.

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One Should Not Wish Anyone Disagreeable Conditions Of Life; But For Him Who Is Involved In Them By Chance, They Are Touchstones Of Characters And Of The Most Decisive Value To Man.

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

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The Sum Which Two Married People Owe To One Another Defies Calculation. It Is An Infinite Debt, Which Can Only Be Discharged Through All Eternity.

The Public Wishes Itself To Be Managed Like A Woman; One Must Say Nothing To It Except What It Likes To Hear.

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Woe To Falsehood! It Affords No Relief To The Breast, Like Truth; It Gives Us No Comfort, Pains Him Who Forges It, And Like An Arrow Directed By A God Flies Back And Wounds The Archer.

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If Nature Is Your Teacher, Your Soul Will Awaken.

What Is The Path? There Is No Path. On Into The Unknown.

A Man's Foibles Are What Makes Him Lovable.

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Energy Will Do Anything That Can Be Done In The World; And No Talents, No Circumstances, No Opportunities Will Make A Two-legged Animal A Man Without It.

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Of The Truly Creative No One Is Ever Master; It Must Be Left To Go Its Own Way.

Accepting Good Advice Means Nothing Other Than To Strengthen One's Own Ability.

Faust: Who Holds The Devil, Let Him Hold Him Well, He Hardly Will Be Caught A Second Time.

Superstition Is The Poesy Of Practical Life; Hence, A Poet Is None The Worse For Being Superstitious.

He Who Possesses Art And Science Has Religion; He Who Does Not Possess Them, Needs Religion.

An Angel! Nonsense! Everybody So Describes His Mistress; And Yet I Find It Impossible To Tell You How Perfect She Is, Or Why She Is So Perfect: Suffice It To Say She Has Captivated All My Senses.

The Eternal Female Draws Us Onward.

Someone Criticized An Elderly Man For Wooing Young Women. He Replied That That Was The Only Way To Rejuvenation, Which Was, Afterall, Everybody's Wish.

Since You Know Me And My Destiny Only Too Well, You Probably Also Know What Attracts Me To All Unfortunate People.

Too Many Parents Make Life Hard For Their Children By Trying, Too Zealously, To Make It Easy For Them.

Belief Is Not The Beginning Of Knowledge - It Is The End.

If You Lay Duties Upon People And Give Them No Rights, You Must Pay Them Well.

The Present Moment Is A Powerful Goddess.

It Is Belief In The Bible, The Fruits Of Deep Meditation, Which Has Served Me As The Guide Of My Moral And Literary Life. I Have Found Capital Safely Invested And Richly Productive Of Interest, Although I Have Sometimes Made But A Bad Use Of It.

For The Butterfly, Mating And Propagation Involve The Sacrifice Of Life, For The Human Being, The Sacrifice Of Beauty.

There Is Nothing More Frightful Than Ignorance In Action.

A Talent Is Formed In Stillness, A Character In The World's Torrent.

I Am Fully Convinced That The Soul Is Indestructible, And Its Activity Will Continue Through Eternity.

My Counsel Is, To Force Nothing, And Rather To Trifle And Sleep Away All Unproductive Days And Hours, Than On Such Days To Compose Something That Will Afterwards Give No Pleasure.

Animals, We Have Been Told, Are Taught By Their Organs. Yes, I Would Add, And So Are Men, But Men Have This Further Advantage That They Can Also Teach Their Organs In Return.

Sceptics Are Yet The Most Credulous.

The Evil One Has Left, The Evil Ones Remain.

The Desire To Explain What Is Simple By What Is Complex, What Is Easy By What Is Difficult, Is A Calamity.

To Have Seen Italy Without Having Seen Sicily Is To Not Have Seen Italy At All, For Sicily Is The Clue To Everything.

To Make Converts Is The Natural Ambition Of Everyone.

I Am Very Anxious To Please The Public, Particularly As It Lives And Lets Live.

Art Is Long, Life Is Short; Judgement Difficult, Opportunity Transient.

Divide And Command, A Wise Maxim; Unite And Guide, A Better.

Love Can Do Much, But Duty More.

If A Man Sets Out To Study All The Laws, He Will Have No Time Left To Transgress Them.

Gray Is The Color Of All Theory

It Is Always A Sign Of An Unproductive Time When It Concerns Itself With Petty And Technical Aspects [in Philology], And Likewiseit Is A Sign Of An Unproductive Person To Pursue Such Trifles.

The Moment One Definitely Commits Oneself, Then Providence Moves Too. Whatever You Think You Can Do, Or Believe You Can Do, Begin It. Action Has Magic, Power And Grace.

To Venture An Opinion Is Like Moving A Piece At Chess: It May Be Taken, But It Forms The Beginning Of A Game That Is Won.

Would You Require A Wretched Being, Whose Life Is Slowly Wasting Under A Lingering Disease, To Despatch Himself At Once By The Stroke Of A Dagger? Does Not The Very Disorder Which Consumes His Strength Deprive Him Of The Courage To Effect His Deliverance?

I Have Found Among My Papers A Sheet . . . In Which I Call Architecture Frozen Music.

Ill-humor Is Nothing More Than An Inward Feeling Of Our Own Want Of Merit, A Dissatisfaction With Ourselves Which Is Always United With An Envy That Foolish Vanity Excites.

We're Only Really Thinking When We Can't Think Out Fully What We Are Really Thinking About!

Man Knows Himself Only Insofar As He Knows The World, Becoming Aware Of It If Only Within Himself, And Of Himself Self Only Within It. Each New Subject, Well Observed, Opens Up Within Us A New Organ Of Thought.

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.

It Is Not Given To Us To Grasp The Truth, Which Is Identical With The Divine, Directly. We Perceive It Only In Reflection, In Example And Symbol, In Singular And Related Appearances. It Meets Us As A Kind Of Life Which Is Incomprehensible To Us, And Yet We Cannot Free Ourselves From The Desire To Comprehend It.

Yet Through Delivery Orators Succeed, I Feel That I Am Far Behind Indeed.

Hatred Is Something Peculiar. You Will Always Find It Strongest And Most Violent Where There Is The Lowest Degree Of Culture.

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

I Will Be Lord Over Myself.

God Help Us -- For Art Is Long, And Life So Short.

The Century Is Advanced, But Every Individual Begins Afresh.

Talent Is Nurtured In Solitude; Character Is Formed In The Stormy Billows Of The World.

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

Yes! To This Thought I Hold With Firm Persistence; The Last Result Of Wisdom Stamps It True; He Only Earns His Freedom And Existence Who Daily Conquers Them Anew.

The Hardest Thing To See Is What Is In Front Of Your Eyes.

Hatred Is Active Displeasure, Envy Passive. We Need Not Wonder That Envy Turns To Soon To Hatred.

Yet Through Delivery Orators Succeed, I Feel That I Am Far Behind Indeed. [ger., Allein Der Vortrag Macht Des Redners Gluck, Ich Fuhl Es Wohl Noch Bin Ich Weit Zuruck.]

The World Is Full Of Contradiction.

Beauty Vanishes; Virtue Is Lasting.

There Is Repetition Everywhere, And Nothing Is Found Only Once In The World.

No One Can Take From Us The Joy Of The First Becoming Aware Of Something, The So-called Discovery. But If We Also Demand The Honor, It Can Be Utterly Spoiled For Us, For We Are Usually Not The First. What Does Discovery Mean, And Who Can Say That He Has Discovered This Or That? After All It's Pure Idiocy To Brag About Priority; For It's Simply Unconscious Conceit, Not To Admit Frankly That One Is A Plagiarist.

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

Daily Life Is More Instructive Than The Most Effective Book.

A Distracted Existence Leads Us To No Goal

Children, Like Dogs, Have So Sharp And Fine A Scent That They Detect And Hunt Out Everything--the Bad Before All The Rest. They Also Know Well Enough How This Or That Friend Stands With Their Parents; And As They Practice No Dissimulation Whatever, They Serve As Excellent Barometers By Which To Observe The Degree Of Favor Or Disfavor At Which We Stand With Their Parents.

Normally, The Sciences Distance Themselves From Life And The Return To It Via A Detour.

The Confidant Of My Vices Is My Master, Though He Were My Valet.

What Is The Universal? The Single Case. What Is The Particular? Millions Of Cases.

Wood Burns Because It Has The Proper Stuff For That Purpose In It; And A Man Becomes Renowned Because He Has The Necessary Stuff In Him. Renown Is Not To Be Sought, And All Pursuit Of It Is Vain. A Person May, Indeed, By Skillful Conduct And Various Artificial Means, Make A Sort Of Name For Himself; But If The Inner Jewel Is Wanting, All Is Vanity, And Will Not Last A Day.

When The Healthy Nature Of Man Acts As A Whole, When He Feels Himself To Be In The World As In A Great, Beautiful, Noble, And Valued Whole, When Harmonious Ease Affords Him A Pure And Free Delight, Then The Universe, If It Could Experience Itself, Would Exult, As Having Attained Its Goal, And Admire The Climax Of Its Own Becoming And Essence.

Behavior Is A Mirror In Which Every One Shows His Image. [ger., Das Betragen Ist Ein Spiegel In Welchem Jeder Sein Bild Zeigt.]

A Good Person, Striving Dimly, Is Well Aware Of The Right Path.

It Is Not Doing The Thing We Like To Do, But Liking The Thing We Have To Do, That Makes Life Blessed.

What Is Now The Foliage Moving? Air Is Still, And Hush'd The Breeze, Sultriness, This Fullness Loving, Through The Thicket, From The Trees. Now The Eye At Once Gleams Brightly, See! The Infant Band With Mirth Moves And Dances Nimbly, Lightly, As The Morning Gave It Birth, Flutt'ring Two And Two O'er Earth.

Rash Combat Oft Immortalizes Man; If He Should Fall, He Is Renowned In Song; But After-ages Reckon Not The Ceaseless Tears Which The Forsaken Woman Sheds. Poets Tell Us Not Of The Many Nights Consumed In Weeping, Or Of The Dreary Days Wherein Her Anguished Soul Vainly Yearns To Call Her Loved One Back.

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

If In The Infinite You Want To Stride, Just Walk In The Finite To Every Side.

In Happy Ignorance, I Sighed For A World I Did Not Know, Where I Hoped To Find Every Pleasure And Enjoyment Which My Heart Could Desire; And Now, On My Return From That Wide World... How Many Disappointed Hopes And Unsuccessful Plans Have I Brought Back!

Whatever Liberates Our Spirit, Without Also Giving Us Mastery Over Ourselves, Is Destructive.

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

The Philosophers Must Station Themselves In The Middle.

All One Needs To Do Is Declare Oneself Free And One Will Immediately Feel Dependent. If You Dare To Declare Yourself Dependent, You Feel Independent.

It Is Only Necessary To Grow Old To Become More Charitable And Even Indulgent. I See No Fault Committed By Others That I Have Not Committed Myself.

Every Second Is Of Infinite Value.

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