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If We Meet Someone Who Owes Us A Debt Of Gratitude, We Remember The Fact At Once. How Often We Can Meet Someone To Whom We Owe A Debt Of Gratitude Without Thinking About It At All!

-Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

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If We Meet Someone Who Owes Us A Debt Of Gratitude, We Remember The Fact At Once. How Often We Can Meet Someone To Whom We Owe A Debt Of Gratitude Without Thinking About It At All!

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Beauty Is Everywhere A Welcome Guest.

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The Works Of Lavoisier And His Associates Operated Upon Many Of Us At That Time Like The Sun's Rising After A Night Of Moonshine: But Chemistry Is Now Betrothed To The Mathematics, And Is In Consequence Grown Somewhat Shy Of Her Former Admirers.

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Life Is The Childhood Of Our Immortality.

The Summit Charms Us, The Steps To It Do Not; With The Heights Before Our Eyes, We Like To Linger In The Plain. It Is Only A Part Of Art That Can Be Taught; But The Artist Needs The Whole. He Who Is Only Half Instructed Speaks Much And Is Always Wrong; Who Knows It Wholly Is Content With Acting And Speaks Seldom Or Late.

And We Went Our Separate Ways Without Having Understood Each Other. As In This World Nobody Understands The Other Easily.

The Biggest Problem With Every Art Is By The Use Of Appearance To Create A Loftier Reality.

It Is Easier To Perceive Error Than To Find Truth, For The Former Lies On The Surface And Is Easily Seen, While The Latter Lies In The Depth, Where Few Are Willing To Search For It.

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Seldom In The Business And Transactions Of Ordinary Life, Do We Find The Sympathy We Want.

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Everything In The World May Be Endured, Except Only A Succession Of Prosperous Days. [ger., Alles In Der Welt Lasst Sich Ertragen, Nur Nicht Eine Reihe Von Schonen Tagen.]

If You Live Criticizing People, You Won't Have Time To Love Them.

He Who Can Not Learn To Love Must Flatter.

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

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Sound And Sufficient Reason Falls, After All, To The Share Of But Few Men, And Those Few Men Exert Their Influence In Silence.

Only The Heart Without A Stain Knows Perfect Ease. [ger., Ganz Unbefleckt Geniesst Sich Nur Das Herz.]

Action Has Magic, Grace And Power In It.

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There Is Nothing More Frightful Than Ignorance In Action.

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Truth Must Be Repeated Again And Again, Because Error Is Constantly Being Preached Round About.

Again And Again

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No Sacred Fane Requires Us To Submit To Insult.

He Is The Happiest Man Who Can See The Connection Between The End And The Beginning Of Life.

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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.

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Where There Is Much Light, The Shadows Are Deepest. [ger., Wo Viel Licht Is, Ist Starker Schatten.]

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What Then Is Your Duty? What The Day Demands.

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The Bible Grows More Beautiful, As We Grow In Our Understanding Of It.

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There Is No Remedy But Love For The Great Superiority Of Others

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He Who Is Wise Puts Aside All Claims Which May Dissipate His Attention, And Confining Himself To One Branch Excels In That.

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

Be Generous With Kindly Words, Especially About Those Who Are Absent.

Every Spoken Word Arouses Our Self-will.

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

Beautiful Is Greater Than Good, For It Includes The Good.

Begin By Instructing Yourself, Then You Will Receive Instruction From Others.

Sing It Not In Mournful Numbers.

For Precisely When Concepts Fail One, Words Are Found At The Right Time.

He Who Knows No Foreign Languages Knows Nothing Of His Own.

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Nothing Is More Fearful Than Imagination Without Taste.

The Greater The Knowledge, The Greater The Doubt.

The Force Of A Language Does Not Consist Of Rejecting What Is Foreign But Of Swallowing It.

Is This The Destiny Of Man? Is He Only Happy Before He Has Acquired His Reason Or After He Has Lost It?

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Lord Byron Is Only Great As A Poet; As Soon As He Reflects He Is A Child.

Marriage Is The Beginning And Pinnacle Of Civilization.

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What By A Straight Path Cannot Be Reached By Crooked Ways Is Never Won.

Happiness Is A Ball After Which We Run Wherever It Rolls, And We Push It With Our Feet When It Stops.

Any Trifle Is Enough To Entertain Two Lovers.

The Written Word Has This Advantage, That It Lasts And Can Await The Time When It Is Allowed To Take Effect.

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Disappear Completely

Great Thoughts And A Pure Heart, That Is What We Should Ask From God.

The Fate Of The Architect Is The Strangest Of All. How Often He Expends His Whole Soul, His Whole Heart And Passion, To Produce Buildings Into Which He Himself May Never Enter.

The Best Government Is That Which Teaches Us To Govern Ourselves.

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Incurable Disease

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Hope Is The Second Soul Of The Unhappy.

Classicism Is Health, Romanticisim Is Sickness.

If Ever The Divine Appeared On Earth, It Was In The Person Of Christ.

Science Arose From Poetry... When Times Change The Two Can Meet Again On A Higher Level As Friends.

My Days Are As Happy As Those Reserved By God For His Elect; And Whatever Be My Fate Hereafter, I Can Never Say That I Have Not Tasted Joy— The Purest Joy Of Life.

We Can Always Redeem The Man Who Aspires And Strives.

Man Is Made By His Belief. As He Believes, So He Is.

I Never Believed In Trying To Do Anything. Whatever I Set Out To Do I Found I Had Already Accomplished.

Nothing Is More Disgusting Than The Majority: Because It Consists Of A Few Powerful Predecessors, Of Rogues Who Adapt Themselves, Of Weak Who Assimilate Themselves, And The Masses Who Imitate Without Knowing At All What They Want.

Time Is A Strange Thing. It Is A Whimsical Tyrant, Which In Every Century Has A Different Face For All That One Says And Does.

Different Faces

Lose The Day Loitering, 'twill Be The Same Story To-morrow, And The Next More Dilatory, For Indecision Brings Its Own Delays, And Days Are Lost Lamenting O'er Lost Days. Are You In Earnest? Seize This Very Minute! What You Can Do, Or Think You Can, Begin It! Only Engage, And Then The Mind Grows Heated; Begin It, And The Work Will Be Completed.

The Absence Of Temptation Is The Absence Of Virtue.

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