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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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Over All The Mountain Tops Is Peace. In All Treetops You Perceive Scarcely A Breath. The Little Birds In The Forest Are Silent. Wait Then; Soon, You Too, Will Have Peace.

There Are People Who Pay Attention To The Weaknesses Of Their Friends; That Is To No Avail. I Have Always Closely Watched And Profited From The Strengths Of My Adversaries.

Thou Tremblest Before Anticipated Ills, And Still Bemoanest What Thou Never Losest.

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The Worst Is That The Very Hardest Thinking Will Not Bring Thoughts. They Must Come Like Good Children Of God And Cry, "here We Are." You Expend Effort And Energy Thinking Hard. Then, After You Have Given Up, They Come Sauntering In With Their Hands In Their Pockets. If The Effort Had Not Been Made To Open The Door, However, Who Knows When They Could Have Come.

Mystery Is Truth's Dancing Partner.

Fools And Wise Men Are Equally Harmless. It Is The Half-fools And Half-wise That Are Dangerous.

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The Light Is There, And Colors Surround Us. However, If There Were No Light Nor Colors In Our Own Eye, We Wouldn't Perceive Such Things Outside Of Us.

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If I Say To The Moment: 'stay Now! You Are So Beautiful'!

Over All The Mountain Tops Is Peace.

He Who Is And Remains True To Himself And To Others Has The Most Attractive Quality Of The Greatest Talent.

Where Is The Man Who Has The Strength To Be True, And To Show Himself As He Is?

Mastery Passes Often For Egotism.

Talent Develops In Quiet, Alone; Character Is Sharpened In The Torrent Of The World.

Everyone Is Deceived In His Hopes, Cheated In His Expectations.

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Knowing Is Not Enough; We Must Apply. Willing Is Not Enough; We Must Do.

He Who Can Not Learn To Love Must Flatter.

Life Belongs To The Living, And He Who Lives Must Be Prepared For Changes.

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I Am Certain That I Have Been Here As I Am Now A Thousand Times Before, And I Hope To Return A Thousand Times... Man Is A Dialogue Between Nature And God. On Other Planets This Dialogue Will Doubtless Be Of A Higher And Profounder Character. What Is Lacking Is Self-knowledge. After That The Rest Will Follow.

Try Novelties For Salesman's Bait, For Novelty Wins Everyone.

No Skill Or Art Is Needed To Grow Old; The Trick Is To Endure It.

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There Is Nothing More Frightful Than An Active Ignorance. [ger., Es Ist Nichts Schrecklicher Als Eine Thatige Unwissenheit.]

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Poor Fool! In Whose Petty Estimation All Things Are Little.

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

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I Have Come To The Frightening Conclusion That I Am The Decisive Element. It Is My Personal Approach That Creates The Climate.

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The Assault Of Our Enemies Is Not Part Of Our Life; It Is Only Part Of Our Experience; We Throw It Off And Guard Ourselves Against It As Against Frost, Storm, Rain, Hail, Or Any Other Of The External Evils Which May Be Expected To Happen.

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

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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If Children Grew Up According To Early Indications, We Should Have Nothing But Geniuses.

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Everywhere, We Learn Only From Those Whom We Love.

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True Works Of Art Contain Their Own Theory And Give Us The Measurement According To Which We Should Judge Them.

In Nature We Never See Anything Isolated, But Everything In Connection With Something Else Which Is Before It, Beside It, Under It And Over It.

Every Individual Who Is Not Creative Has A Negative, Narrow, Exclusive Taste And Succeeds In Depriving Creative Being Of Its Energy And Life.

Yes, My Love, Who Soever Lives, Loses, . . . But He Also Wins. [ger., Ja, Meine Liebe, Wer Lebt, Verliebt . . . Aber Er Gewinnt Auch.]

I Come More And More To The Conclusion That One Must Take The Side Of The Minority Which Is Always The More Intelligent One.

Properly Speaking, We Learn From Those Books Only That We Cannot Judge. The Author Of A Book That I Am Competent To Criticise Would Have To Learn From Me.

Few Rash Of Any Modern Nation Have A Proper Sense Of An Aesthetical Whole; They Praise And Blame By Parts; They Are Charmed By Passages. And Who Has Greater Reason To Rejoice In This Than Actors, Since The Stage Is Ever But A Patched And Piecemeal Matter?

The Deepest, The Only Theme Of Human History, Compared To Which All Others Are Of Subordinate Importance, Is The Conflict Of Skepticism With Faith.

Care Is Taken That Trees Do Not Grow Into The Sky.

No One Knows What He Is Doing So Long As He Is Acting Rightly; But Of What Is Wrong One Is Always Conscious.

Three Things Are To Be Looked To In A Building: That It Stand On The Right Spot; That It Is Securely Founded; That It Be Successfully Executed.

If We Are Out Of Synch With Ourselves, Everything Is Out Of Synch For Us.

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.

Sceptics Are Yet The Most Credulous.

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.

A Judge Who Cannot Punish, In The End Associates Themselves With The Criminal.

None Are So Hopelessly Enslaved, As Those Who Falsely Believe They Are Free. The Truth Has Been Kept From The Depth Of Their Minds By Masters Who Rule Them With Lies. They Feed Them On Falsehoods Till Wrong Looks Like Right In Their Eyes.

Our Foibles Are Really What Make Us Lovable.

I Am Certain That I Have Been Here As I Am Now A Thousand Times Before, And I Hope To Return A Thousand Times.

Every Man Bears Something Within Him That, If It Were Publicly Announced, Would Excite Feelings Of Aversion.

He Who Wishes To Exert A Useful Influence Must Be Careful To Insult Nothing. Let Him Not Be Troubled By What Seems Absurd, But Concentrate His Energies To The Creation Of What Is Good. He Must Not Demolish, But Build. He Must Raise Temples Where Mankind May Come And Partake Of The Purest Pleasure.

And Step By Step, Along The Path Of Life, There's Nothing True But Heaven.

If It Is The Greatest Truth That You Seek, The Plants Can Direct You.

What Is The Destiny Of Man, But To Fill Up The Measure Of His Sufferings, And To Drink His Allotted Cup Of Bitterness?

Beauty Is A Manifestation Of Secret Natural Laws, Which Otherwise Would Have Been Hidden From Us Forever.

Every Solution Of A Problem Is A New Problem.

By Nature We Have No Defect That Could Not Become A Strength, No Strength That Could Not Become A Defect.

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.

Boldness Has Power, Magic And Genius In It.

A Great Deal May Be Done By Severity, More By Love, But Most By Clear Discernment And Impartial Justice.

Does Not Man Lack The Force At The Very Point Where He Needs It Most? And When He Soars Upward In Joy, Or Sinks Down In Suffering, Is Not Checked In Both, Is He Not Returned Again To The Dull, Cold Sphere Of Awareness, Just When He Was Longing To Lose Himself In The Fullness Of The Infinite.

A Great Scholar Is Seldom A Great Philosopher.

Great Philosophers

Poetry Is The Universal Possession Of Mankind, Revealing Itself Everywhere, And At All Times, In Hundreds And Hundreds Of Men.

People May Live As Much Retired From The World As They Please; But Sooner Or Later, Before They Are Aware, They Will Find Themselves Debtor Or Creditor To Somebody.

For A Man To Achieve All That Is Demanded Of Him He Must Regard Himself As Greater Than He Is.

A Man Who Is Ignorant Of Foreign Languages Is Also Ignorant Of His Own Language.

We Can Really Respect A Man Only If He Doesn't Always Look Out For Himself.

The Greatest Happiness For The Thinking Person Is To Have Explored The Explorable And To Venerate In Equanimity That Which Cannotbe Explored.

The Unnatural, That Too Is Natural.

The Man Who Acts Never Has Any Conscience; No One Has Any Conscience But The Man Who Thinks

The Bad Thing Is That Thinking About Thought Doesn't Help At All; One Has To Have It From Nature So That The Good Ideas Appear Before Us Like Free Children Of God Calling To Us: Here We Are.

One Says A Lot In Vain, Refusing; The Other Mainly Hears The "no."

For The Nature Of Women Is Closely Allied To Art

When Nature Begins To Reveal Her Open Secret To A Man, He Feels An Irresistible Longing For Her Worthiest Interpreter, Art.

Whoever Wishes To Keep A Secret Must Hide The Fact That He Possesses One.

Keeping Secrets

The Few Of Understanding, Vision Rare, Who Veiled Not From The Herd Their Hearts, But Tried, Poor Generous Fools, To Lay Their Feelings Bare, Them Have Men Always Burnt And Crucified.

It Is As Certain As It Is Strange That Truth And Error Come From One And The Same Source. Thus It Is That We Are Often Not At Liberty To Do Violence To Error, Because At The Same Time We Do Violence To Truth.

Tolerance Should Really Only Be A Passing Attitude: It Should Lead To Appreciation. To Tolerate Is To Offend.

There Are But Two Roads That Lead To An Important Goal And To The Doing Of Great Things: Strength And Perseverance. Strength Is The Lot Of But A Few Privileged Men; But Austere Perseverance, Harsh And Continuous, May Be Employed By The Smallest Of Us And Rarely Fails Of Its Purpose, For Its Silent Power Grows Irresistibly Greater With Time.

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

Wisdom Is Only Found In Truth. [ger., Die Weisheit Ist Nur In Der Wahrheit.]

Culture Which Smooth The Whole World Licks, Also Unto The Devil Sticks.

Music Is Liquid Architecture; Architecture Is Frozen Music.

I Have Found A Paper Of Mine Among Some Others In Which I Call Architecture 'petrified Music.' Really There Is Something In This; The Tone Of Mind Produced By Architecture Approaches The Effect Of Music.

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

He Who Cannot Draw On Three Thousand Years Is Living From Hand To Mouth.

Someday Someone Will Write A Pathology Of Experimental Physics And Bring To Light All Those Swindles Which Subvert Our Reason, Beguile Our Judgement And, What Is Worse, Stand In The Way Of Any Practical Progress. The Phenomena Must Be Freed Once And For All From Their Grim Torture Chamber Of Empiricism, Mechanism, And Dogmatism; They Must Be Brought Before The Jury Of Man's Common Sense.

The Miller Imagines That The Corn Grows Only To Make His Mill Turn.

If There Is Confusion In Your Head And In Your Heart, What More Do You Want! A Man Who No Longer Loves And No Longer Errs Should Have Himself Buried Straight Away.

In Art, The Best Is Good Enough.

The Human Mind Will Not Be Confined To Any Limits.

Insofar As He Makes Use Of His Healthy Senses, Man Himself Is The Best And Most Exact Scientific Instrument Possible. The Greatest Misfortune Of Modern Physics Is That Its Experiments Have Been Set Apart From Man, As It Were, Physics Refuses To Recognize Nature In Anything Not Shown By Artificial Instruments, And Even Uses This As A Measure Of Its Accomplishments.

We Are Forced To Participate In The Games Of Life Before We Can Possibly Learn How To Use The Options In The Rules Governing Them.

And Those Whom Once My Song Had Cheered And Gladdened, If Still They Live, Rove Through The World Now Saddened.

The Day Of Fortune Is Like A Harvest Day, We Must Be Busy When The Corn Is Ripe. [ger., Ein Tag Der Gunst Ist Wie Ein Tag Der Ernte, Man Muss Geschaftig Sein Sobald Sie Reift.]

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.

The March Of Intellect, Which Licks All The World Into Shape, Has Even Reached The Devil.

To Blow Is Not To Play On The Flute; You Must Move The Fingers. [ger., Blasen Ist Nicht Floten, Ihr Musst Die Finger Bewegen.]

Mediocrity Has No Greater Consolation Than In The Thought That Genius Is Not Immortal.

As A Man Is, So Is His God; Therefore God Was So Often An Object Of Mockery. [ger., Wie Einer Ist, So Ist Sein Gott, Darum Ward Gott So Oft Zu Spott.]

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

The Solution Of Every Problem Is Another Problem

No, No! The Devil Is An Egotist, And Is Not Apt, Without Why Or Wherefore, "for God's Sake," Others To Assist. [ger., Nein, Nein! Der Teufel Ist Ein Egoist Und Thut Nicht Leicht Um Gottes Willen, Was Einem Andern Nutzlich Ist.]

All That Is Noble Is In Itself Of A Quiet Nature, And Appears To Sleep Until It Is Aroused And Summoned Forth By Contrast.

Lay Hold Of Life With Both Hands, Whenever Thou Mayest Seize It, It Is Interesting.

It Is Better To Be Deceived By One's Friends Than To Deceive Them.

Clever People Are Always The Best Conversations Lexicon.

Patriotism Corrupts History.

What A Mighty Spirit In A Narrow Bosom. [ger., Welch' Hoher Geist In Einer Engen Brust.]

[nature's] Crown Is Love. Only Through Love Can We Come Near Her. She Puts Gulfs Between All Things, And All Things Strive To Be Interfused. She Isolates Everything, That She May Draw Everything Together. With A Few Draughts From The Cup Of Love She Repays For A Life Full Of Trouble.

As Soon As Any One Belongs To A Narrow Creed In Science, Every Unprejudiced And True Perception Is Gone.

Thus I Reel From Desire To Fulfillment And In Fulfillment Languish For Desire.

However Often We Turn To It [the Koran] At First Disgusting Us Each Time Afresh, It Soon Attracts, Astounds, And In The End Enforces Our Reverence. . . . Its Style, In Accordance With Its Contents And Aim Is Stern, Grand, Terrible - Ever And Anon Truly Sublime - Thus This Book Will Go On Exercising Through All Ages A Most Potent Influence.

Give Me Those Days With Heart In Riot, The Depths Of Bliss That Touched On Pain, The Force Of Hate, And Love's Disquiet- Ah, Give Me Back My Youth Again!

The Hero Draws Inspiration From The Virtue Of His Ancestors.

We Are Accustomed To See Men Deride What They Do Not Understand, And Snarl At The Good And Beautiful Because It Lies Beyond Their Sympathies

Nature Understands No Jesting. She Is Always True, Always Serious, Always Severe. She Is Always Right, And The Errors Are Always Those Of Man.

A Joy Shared Is A Joy Doubled.

Can A Sparrow Know How A Stork Feels?

The World Is So Empty If One Thinks Only Of Mountains, Rivers And Cities; But To Know Someone Who Thinks And Feels With Us, And Who, Though Distant, Is Close To Us In Spirit, This Makes The Earth For Us An Inhabited Garden.

Two Souls, Alas, Are Housed Within My Breast, And Each Will Wrestle For The Mastery There.

He Is A Man Whom It Is Impossible To Please, Because He Is Never Pleased With Himself.

If You Are To Accomplish All That One Demands Of You, You Must Overestimate Your Own Worth.

We Are Pantheists When We Study Nature, Polytheists When We Write Poetry, Monotheists In Our Morality.

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