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It Is With Art As With Love: How Can A Man Of The World,with All His Distractions, Keep The Inwardness Which An Artist Must Possess If He Hopes To Attain Perfection? That Inwardness Which The Spectator Must Share If He Is To Understand The Work As The Artist Wishes And Hopes... Believe Me, Talents Are Like Virtues; Either You Must Love Them For Their Own Sake Or Renounce Them Altogether. And They Are Only Recognized And Rewarded When We Have Practised Them In Secret, Like A Dangerous Mystery."

-Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

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It Is With Art

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

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It Is With Art As With Love: How Can A Man Of The World,with All His Distractions, Keep The Inwardness Which An Artist Must Possess If He Hopes To Attain Perfection? That Inwardness Which The Spectator Must Share If He Is To Understand The Work As The Artist Wishes And Hopes... Believe Me, Talents Are Like Virtues; Either You Must Love Them For Their Own Sake Or Renounce Them Altogether. And They Are Only Recognized And Rewarded When We Have Practised Them In Secret, Like A Dangerous Mystery."

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Beauty Is A Primeval Phenomenon, Which Itself Never Makes Its Appearance, But The Reflection Of Which Is Visible In A Thousand Different Utterances Of The Creative Mind, And Is As Various As Nature Herself.

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To Be Sure, A Good Work Of Art Can And Will Have Moral Consequences, But To Demand Of The Artists Moral Intentions, Means Ruiningtheir Craft.

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

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And Future Deeds Crowded Round Us As The Countless Stars In The Night. [ger., Und Kunftige Thaten Drangen Wie Die Sterne Rings Um Uns Her Unzahlig Aus Der Nacht.]

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So, Lively Brisk Old Fellow, Don't Let Age Get You Down. White Hairs Or Not, You Can Still Be A Lover.

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

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On Every Mountain Height Is Rest.

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

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There Is Nothing In Which People More Betray Their Character Than In What They Laugh At.

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A Reasonable Man Needs Only To Practice Moderation To Find Happiness.

The Miller Believes That All The Wheat Grows So That His Mill Keeps Running.

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!

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

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Theories Are Usually The Over-hasty Efforts Of An Impatient Understanding That Would Gladly Be Rid Of Phenomena, And So Puts In Their Place Pictures, Notions, Nay, Often Mere Words.

We Know Accurately Only When We Know Little, With Knowledge Doubt Increases.

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[w]hat Counts Is That One Perceives Excellence And Dares To Give It Expression, Which Sounds Little But Is In Fact A Great Deal.

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

Truth Is A Torch, But A Terrific One; Therefore We All Try To Reach It With Closed Eyes, Lest We Should Be Scorched.

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