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Happy Is It, Indeed, For Me That My Heart Is Capable Of Feeling The Same Simple And Innocent Pleasure As The Peasant Whose Table Is Covered With Food Of His Own Rearing, And Who Not Only Enjoys His Meal, But Remembers With Delight The Happy Days And Sunny Mornings When He Planted It, The Soft Evenings When He Watered It, And The Pleasure He Experienced In Watching Its Daily Growth.

-Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

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Happy Is It, Indeed,

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

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Happy Is It, Indeed, For Me That My Heart Is Capable Of Feeling The Same Simple And Innocent Pleasure As The Peasant Whose Table Is Covered With Food Of His Own Rearing, And Who Not Only Enjoys His Meal, But Remembers With Delight The Happy Days And Sunny Mornings When He Planted It, The Soft Evenings When He Watered It, And The Pleasure He Experienced In Watching Its Daily Growth.

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Action Has Magic, Grace And Power In It.

Dauer In Wechsel. Duration In Change.

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

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There Is A Politeness Of The Heart; This Is Closely Allied To Love.

There Is Nothing In The World More Pitiable Than An Irresolute Man, Oscillating Between Two Feelings, Who Would Willingly Unite The Two And Who Does Not Perceive That Nothing Can Unite Them

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

Take Me As I Am

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Willing Is Not Enough, We Must Do.

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

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

For A Strolling Damsel A Doubtful Reputation Bears. [ger., Denn Ein Wanderndes Madchen Ist Immer Von Schwankendem Rufe.]

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Few People Have The Imagination For Reality.

We Are Never Deceived; We Deceive Ourselves.

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.

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Merely To Breathe Freely Does Not Mean To Live.

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

In Praising Or Loving A Child, We Love And Praise Not That Which Is, But That Which We Hope For.

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Life Seems So Vulgar, So Easily Content With The Commonplace Things Of Every Day, And Yet It Always Nurses And Cherishes Certain Higher Claims In Secret, And Looks About For The Means Of Satisfying Them.

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Choose Well. Your Choice Is Brief, And Yet Endless.

He Who Cannot Love Must Learn To Flatter.

A Resolution That Is Communicated Is No Longer Within Thy Power; Thy Attentions Become Now The Plaything Of Chance; He Who Would Have His Commands Certainly Carried Out Must Take Man By Surprise.

A Noble Man Is Led By Woman's Gentle Words.

Light Has Called Forth One Organ To Become Its Like, And Thus The Eye Is Formed By The Light And For The Light So That The Inner Light May Emerge To Meet The Outer Light.

Love Does Not Rule; But It Trains, And That Is More.

Lose This Day Loitering 'twill Be The Same Old Story, Tomorrow And The Next, Even More Dilatory. Whatever You Would Do, Or Dream Of Doing, Begin It! Boldness Has Power, Genius, And Magic In It. Begin It Now.

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True Art Can Only Spring From The Intimate Linking Of The Serious And The Playful.

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Whatever Nature Undertakes, She Can Only Accomplish It In A Sequence. She Never Makes A Leap.

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

Men Are So Constituted That Every One Undertakes What He Sees Another Successful In, Whether He Has Aptitude For It Or Not.

For Just When Ideas Fail, A Word Comes In To Save The Situation.

The Flowers Are Full Of Honey, But Only The Bee Finds Out The Sweetness.

Strike The Dog Dead, It's But A Critic!

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How Can We Know Ourselves? Never By Reflection, But Only Through Action. Begin At Once To Do Your Duty And Immediately You Will Know What Is Inside You.

It Is Not Enough To Have Knowledge; One Must Apply It. It Is Not Enough To Have Wishes; One Must Also Accomplish It.

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

The Threshold Is The Place Of Expectation.

For That Is Love's Nature That It Lays Claim To Exclusive Right And That All Other Claims Are Nil.

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