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Man... Knows Only When He Is Satisfied And When He Suffers, And Only His Sufferings And His Satisfactions Instruct Him Concerning Himself, Teach Him What To Seek And What To Avoid. For The Rest, Man Is A Confused Creature; He Knows Not Whence He Comes Or Whither He Goes, He Knows Little Of The World, And Above All, He Knows Little Of Himself.

-Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

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Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

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Man... Knows Only When He Is Satisfied And When He Suffers, And Only His Sufferings And His Satisfactions Instruct Him Concerning Himself, Teach Him What To Seek And What To Avoid. For The Rest, Man Is A Confused Creature; He Knows Not Whence He Comes Or Whither He Goes, He Knows Little Of The World, And Above All, He Knows Little Of Himself.

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All Ages Have Said And Repeated That One Should Strive To Know One's Self. This Is A Strange Demand Which No One Up To Now Has Measured Up To And, Strictly Considered, No One Should. With All Their Study And Effort, People Are Directed To What Is Outside, To The World About Them, And They Are Kept Busy Coming To Know This And To Master It To The Extent That Their Purposes Require. . . . How Can You Come To Know Yourself? Never By Thinking, Always By Doing. Try To Do Your Duty, And You'll Know Right Away What You Amount To. And What Is Your Duty? Whatever The Day Calls For.

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.

I Can Promise To Be Upright, But Not To Be Without Bias. [ger., Aufrichtig Zu Sein Kann Ich Versprechen; Unparteiisch Zu Sein Aber Nicht.]

Who Longs In Solitude To Live, Ah! Soon His Wish Will Gain: Men Hope And Love, Men Get And Give, And Leave Him To His Pain.

A Life Without Love, Without The Presence Of The Beloved, Is Nothing But A Mere Magic-lantern Show. We Draw Out Slide After Slide, Swiftly Tiring Of Each, And Pushing It Back To Make Haste For The Next.

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

Tell Me, How Do You Cope So Calmly With Crazy Youth's Arrogant Way? Indeed, Youth Would Be Insufferable, Had I Myself Not Also Been Insufferable.

He Who Does Not Know Foreign Languages Does Not Know Anything About His Own.

Don't Judge Anyone Harshly Until You Yourself Have Been Through His Experiences

The Church Alone Beyond All Question Has For Ill-gotten Goods The Right Digestion.

What Life Half Gives A Man, Posterity Gives Entirely.

I Have So Much In Me, And The Feeling For Her Absorbs It All; I Have So Much, And Without Her It All Comes To Nothing.

Unrequited Love

Nothing Is More Terrible Than To See Ignorance In Action.

The World Cannot Do Without Great Men, But Great Men Are Very Troublesome To The World.

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

When An Idea Is Wanting, A Word Can Always Be Found To Take Its Place.

One Errs As Long As One Strives.

Every Step Of Life Shows Much Caution Is Required.

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

No Matter What One Says, You Can Recognize Only Those Matters That Are Equal To You. Only Rulers Who Possess Extraordinary Abilities Will Recognize And Esteem Properly Extraordinary Abilities In Their Subjects And Servants.

Being Brilliant Is No Great Feat If You Respect Nothing.

The Spirit From Which We Act Is The Principal Matter.

To Tremble Before Anticipated Evils Is To Bemoan What Thou Hast Never Lost.

Distance... Is Like Futurity. A Dim Vastness Is Spread Before Our Souls; The Perceptions Of Our Mind Are As Obscure As Those Of Our Vision... But Alas! When We Have Attained Our Object, When The Distant 'there' Becomes The Present 'here,' All Is Changed; We Are As Poor And Circumscribed As Ever, And Our Souls Still Languish For Unattainable Happiness.

Sing It Not In Mournful Numbers.

Painting Predicates What Man Wants To See, And What Man Ought To See, Not What He Ordinarily Sees.

He Who Does Not See The Whole World In His Friends, Does Not Deserve That The World Should Hear Of Him.

To A Valet No Man Is A Hero.

War Is In Truth A Disease In Which The Juices That Serve Health And Maintenance Are Used For The Sole Purpose Of Nourishing Something Foreign, Something At Odds With Nature.

Wherever A Man May Happen To Turn, Whatever A Man May Undertake, He Will Always End Up By Returning To That Path Which Nature Has Marked Out For Him.

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

Normally, People Believe That, If They Hear Just Words, That These Words Must Lead To Some Thought.

There Are Two Things Parents Should Give Their Children Roots And Wings. Roots To Give Them Bearing And A Sense Of Belonging, But Also Wings To Help Free Them From Constraints And Prejudices And Give Them Other Ways To Travel (or Rather, To Fly).

Be Always Resolute With The Present Hour. Every Moment Is Of Infinite Value.

Smoothly And Lightly The Golden Seed By The Furrow Is Covered.

Everything Transitory Is But An Image.

One That Does Not Think To Highly Of Himself Is More Than He Thinks.

Faith Is A Homely, Private Capital; As There Are Public Savings-banks And Poor Funds, Out Of Which In Times Of Want We Can Relieve The Necessities Of Individuals, So Here The Faithful Take Their Coin In Peace.

Tell Me With Whom You Associate, And I Will Tell You Who You Are.

One Cannot Develop Taste From What Is Of Average Quality But Only From The Very Best.

The Greatest Joy Of A Thinking Man Is To Have Searched The Explored And To Quietly Revere The Unexplored.

Everything Is Both Simpler Than We Can Imagine And More Entangled Than We Can Conceive.

Our Earthly Ball A Peopled Garden.

He Only Earns His Freedom And His Life Who Takes Them Every Day By Storm.

How Many Years You Have To Keep On Doing, Until You Know What To Do And How To Do!

Every Author In Some Way Portrays Himself In His Works, Even If It Be Against His Will.

All Things Are Only Transitory.

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

Nothing Is Worth More Than This Day.

Noble Be Man, Helpful And Good! For That Alone Sets Him Apart From Every Other Creature On Earth.

The Decline Of Literature Indicates The Decline Of A Nation.

By Seeking And Blundering We Learn.

To The Person With A Firm Purpose All Men And Things Are Servants.

It Is Quite Beyond Me How Anyone Can Believe God Speaks To Us In Books And Stories. If The World Does Not Directly Reveal To Us Our Relationship To It, If Our Hearts Fail To Tell Us What We Owe Ourselves And Others, We Shall Assuredly Not Learn It From Books, Which Are At Best Designed But To Give Names To Our Errors.

People Are Always Talking About Originality; But What Do They Mean? As Soon As We Are Born, The World Begins To Work Upon Us; And This Goes On To The End. And After All, What Can We Call Our Own, Except Energy, Strength, And Will? If I Could Give An Account Of All That I Owe To Great Predecessors And Contemporaries, There Would Be But A Small Balance In My Favor.

To Make An Epoch In The World, Two Conditions Are Manifestly Essential-a Good Head And A Great Inheritance.

Austere Perseverance, Hash And Continuous... Rarely Fails Of Its Purpose, For Its Silent Power Grows Irresistible Greater With Time.

All Theory, Dear Friend, Is Gray, But The Golden Tree Of Life Springs Ever Green.

How Shall We Plan, That All Be Fresh And New-- Important Matter Yet Attractive Too? [ger., Wie Machen Wir's, Dass Alles Frisch Und Neu Und Mit Bedeutung Auch Gefallig Sei?]

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.

The Decline In Literature Indicates A Decline In The Nation. The Two Keep Pace In Their Downward Tendency.

In Politics People Throw Themselves, As On A Sickbed, From One Side To The Other In The Belief They Will Lie More Comfortably.

He Who Has Art And Science Also Has Religion, But Those Who Do Not Have Them Better Have Religion.

Nothing Is More Odious Than The Majority, For It Consists Of A Few Powerful Leaders, A Certain Number Of Accommodating Scoundrels And Submissive Weaklings, And A Mass Of Men Who Trot After Them Without Thinking, Or Knowing Their Own Minds.

I Have Often Reaped What Others Have Sowed. My Work Is The Work Of A Collective Being That Bears The Name Goethe.

Daily Life Is More Instructive Than The Most Effective Book.

Mere Curiosity Adds Wings To Every Step.

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.

Wealth And Speed Are What The World Admires, What Each Pursues. Railways, Express Mails, Steamships And Every Possible Facility For Communications Are The Achievement In Which The Civilized World View And Revels, Only To Languish In Mediocrity By That Very Fact. Indeed, The Effect Of This Diffusion Is To Spread The Culture Of The Mediocre.

Personality Is Everything In Art And Poetry.

Progress Has Not Followed A Straight Ascending Line, But A Spiral With Rhythms Of Progress And Retrogression, Of Evolution And Dissolution.

All Rights And Laws Are Still Transmitted, Like An Eternal Sickness To The Race. [ger., Es Erben Sich Gesetz And Rechte Wie Eine Ew'ge Krankheit Fort.]

Nothing Tells More About The Character Of A Man Than The Things He Makes Fun Of.

Impotent Hatred Is The Most Horrible Of All Emotions; One Should Hate Nobody Whom One Cannot Destroy.

Where The Light Is Brightest, The Shadows Are Deepest.

Democracy Does Not Race, It Reaches The Finish Slowly But Surely.

It Matters Little Whether A Man Be Mathematically Or Philologically Or Artistically Cultivated, So He Be But Cultivated.

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.

Take Care Of Your Body With Steadfast Fidelity. The Soul Must See Through These Eyes Alone, And If They Are Dim, The Whole World Is Clouded.

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

He Who Does Not Stretch Himself According To The Coverlet Finds His Feet Uncovered.

To Make Converts Is The Natural Ambition Of Everyone.

Seize This Very Minute. What You Can Do Or Dream You Can Do, Begin It. Begin It And The Work Will Be Completed

Do Not Give In Too Much To Feelings. A Overly Sensitive Heart Is An Unhappy Possession On This Shaky Earth.

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

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.

We Should Know Mankind Better If We Were Not So Anxious To Resemble One Another.

All Sects Seem To Me To Be Right In What They Assert, And Wrong In What They Deny.

As For Solitude, I Cannot Understand How Certain People Seek To Lay Claim To Intellectual Stature, Nobility Of Soul And Strength Of Character, Yet Have Not The Slightest Feeling For Seclusion; For Solitude, I Maintain, When Joined With A Quiet Contemplation Of Nature, A Serene And Conscious Faith In Creation And The Creator, And A Few Vexations From Outside Is The Only School For A Mind Of Lofty Endowment.

Character Is Constructed Amidst The Tempests Of The World

Toleration Ought In Reality To Be Merely A Transitory Mood. It Must Lead To Recognition. To Tolerate Is To Affront.

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.]

What Is Part Of You, You Cannot Get Rid Of, Even If You Were To Throw It Away.

Those Who Make Use Of Devotion As A Means And End Generally Are Hypocrites.

Old Age Is Never Honored Among Us, But Only Indulged, As Childhood Is; And Old Men Lose One Of The Most Precious Rights Of Man,--that Of Being Judged By Their Peers.

I Wait For The Morning Of My Tears

Prudent And Active Men, Who Know Their Strength And Use It With Limit And Circumspection, Alone Go Far In The Affairs Of The World.

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

We Are The Slaves Of Objects Around Us, And Appear Little Or Important According As These Contract Or Give Us Room To Expand.

We Accept Every Person In The World As That For Which He Gives Himself Out, Only He Must Give Himself Out For Something. We Can Put Up With The Unpleasant More Easily Than We Can Endure The Insignificant.

The Person Of Analytic Or Critical Intellect Finds Something Ridiculous In Everything. The Person Of Synthetic Or Constructive Intellect, In Almost Nothing.

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.

The Deed Is Everything, The Glory Is Naught.

Let Us Live In As Small A Circle As We Will, We Are Either Debtors Or Creditors Before We Have Had Time To Look Around.

How Marvelous, Wide And Broad Is My Inheritance! Time Is My Property, My Estate Is Time.

Only By Joy And Sorrow Does A Person Know Anything About Themselves And Their Destiny. They Learn What To Do And What To Avoid.

We All Of Us Live Upon The Past, And Through The Past We Are Destroyed.

We Are Never Deceived; We Deceive Ourselves.

Know Thyself? If I Knew Myself I Would Run Away.

In All Our Academies We Attempt Far Too Much. ... In Earlier Times Lectures Were Delivered Upon Chemistry And Botany As Branches Of Medicine, And The Medical Student Learned Enough Of Them. Now, However, Chemistry And Botany Are Become Sciences Of Themselves, Incapable Of Comprehension By A Hasty Survey, And Each Demanding The Study Of A Whole Life, Yet We Expect The Medical Student To Understand Them. He Who Is Prudent, Accordingly Declines All Distracting Claims Upon His Time, And Limits Himself To A Single Branch And Becomes Expert In One Thing.

I Have Possessed That Heart, That Noble Soul, In Whose Presence I Seemed To Be More Than I Really Was, Because I Was All That I Could Be.

It Is In Vain That A Man Of Sound Mind And Cool Temper Understands The Condition Of Such A Wretched Being... He Can No More Communicate His Own Wisdom To Him Than A Healthy Man Can Instil His Strength Into The Invalid By Whose Bedside He Is Seated.

Humor Is One Of The Elements Of Genius--admirable As An Adjunct; But As Soon As It Becomes Dominant, Only A Surrogate For Genius.

Love Can Do Much, But Duty More.

Everyone Holds His Fortune In His Own Hands, Like A Sculptor The Raw Material He Will Fashion Into A Figure. But It's The Same With That Type Of Artistic Activity As With All Others: We Are Merely Born With The Capability To Do It. The Skill To Mold The Material Into What We Want Must Be Learned And Attentively Cultivated.

It Is Natural To Man To Regard Himself As The Final Cause Of Creation.

I Hold To Faith In The Divine Love - Which, So Many Years Ago For A Brief Moment In A Little Corner Of The Earth, Walked About As A Man Bearing The Name Of Jesus Christ - As The Foundation On Which Alone My Happiness Rests.

The Hero Draws Inspiration From The Virtue Of His Ancestors.

In Art, The Best Is Good Enough.

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

The World Of Empirical Morality Consists For The Most Part Of Nothing But Ill Will And Envy.

Everything Is Simpler Than One Can Imagine, And Yet Complicated And Inter-twined Beyond Comprehension.

Gray Are All The Theories, But Green Is The Tree Of Life.

The Fine Emotions Whence Our Lives We Mold Lie In The Earthly Tumult Dumb And Cold.

The Rose Is Wont With Pride To Swell, And Ever Seeks To Rise.

Whoever Would Do Good In The World, Ought Not To Deal In Censure. We Ought Not To Destroy, But Rather Construct.

Let Everyone Sweep In Front Of His Own Door, And The Whole World Will Be Clean.

Nothing Is Worse Than Active Ignorance.

The Question "from Where Does The Poet Get It?" Addresses Only The What, Nobody Learns Anything About The How When Asking That Question.

I Am The Spirit That Denies.

One Is Never Satisfied With The Portrait Of A Person That One Knows.

The Greatest Thing In This World Is Not So Much Where We Stand As In What Direction We Are Moving.

You Can Easily Judge The Character Of A Man By How He Treats Those Who Can Do Nothing For Him.

Thought Expands, But Paralyzes; Action Animates, But Narrows.

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

Basic Characteristics Of An Individual Organism: To Divide, To Unite, To Merge Into The Universal, To Abide In The Particular, To Transform Itself, To Define Itself, And As Living Things Tend To Appear Under A Thousand Conditions, To Arise And Vanish, To Solidify And Melt, To Freeze And Flow, To Expand And Contract. Since These Effects Occur Together, Any Or All May Occur At The Same Moment.

We Don't Get To Know People When They Come To Us; We Must Go To Them To Find Out What They Are Like.

Doesn't Surprise Me That Christ Our Lord Preferred To Live With Whores And Sinners, Seeing I Go In For That Myself.

I Am Amazed To See How Deliberately I Have Entangled Myself Step By Step. To Have Seen My Position So Clearly, And Yet To Have Acted So Like A Child!

He Who Would Reproach An Author For Obscurity Should Look Into His Own Mind To See Whether It Is Quite Clear There. In The Dusk The Plainest Writing Is Illegible.

Some Books Seem To Have Been Written, Not To Teach Us Anything, But To Let Us Know That The Author Has Known Something.

Just Trust Yourself And You'll Learn The Art Of Living.

If All These Devils Really Exist It Proves There Must Be Angels, Too.

It Is Said, That No One Is A Hero To Their Butler. The Reason Is, That It Requires A Hero To Recognize A Hero. The Butler, However, Will Probably Know Well How To Estimate His Equals.

Water Its Living Strength First Shows, When Obstacles Its Course Oppose.

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

Your Messages I Hear, But Faith Has Not Been Given; The Dearest Child Of Faith Is Miracle.

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

The Day Is Of Infinite Length For Him Who Knows How To Appreciate And Use It.

The Most Foolish Of All Errors Is For Clever Young Men To Believe That They Forfeit Their Originality In Recognizing A Truth Which Has Already Been Recognized By Others.

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

The Day Is Committed To Error And Floundering; Success And Achievement Are Matters Of Long Range.

The Moment One Definitely Commits Oneself, Then Providence Moves, Too. All Sorts Of Things Occur To Help One That Would Never Have Otherwise Occurred...unforeseen Incidents And Meetings And Material Assistance, Which No Man Could Have Dreamed Would Have Come His Way.

A Mind, Once Formed, Is Never Suited After, One Yet In Growth Will Ever Grateful Be. [ger., Wer Fertig Ist, Dem Ist Nichts Recht Zu Machen, Ein Werdender Wird Immer Dankbar Sein.]

The Rainbow Mirrors Human Aims And Action. Think, And More Clearly Wilt Thou Grasp It, Seeing Life Is But Light In Many-hued Reflection.

If You Are Convinced Of A Matter, You Must Take Sides Or You Don't Deserve To Succeed.

Nothing Is More Consonant With Nature Than That She Puts Into Operation In The Smallest Detail That Which She Intends As A Whole.

Time Is My Estate: To Time I'm Heir.

The History Of Science Is Science Itself; The History Of The Individual, The Individual.

Ambition And Love Are The Wings Of Great Actions.

Legislators And Revolutionaries Who Promise Both Equality And Liberty Are Visionaries And Charlatans.

One Needs Only To Get Old To Become Milder; I Don't See Anyone Make A Mistake I Hadn't Also Made.

We Learn To Treasure What Is Above This Earth; We Long For Revelation, Which Nowhere Burns More Purely And More Beautifully Than In The New Testament.

I Consider Him Of No Account Who Esteems Himself Just As The Popular Breath May Chance To Raise Him.

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

The World Sees Only The Reflection Of Merit; Therefore When You Come To Know A Really Great Man Intimately, You May As Often Find Him Above As Below His Reputation.

Live Dangerously And You Live Right.

True Happiness Springs From Moderation. [ger., Aus Massigkeit Entspringt Ein Reines Gluck.]

Talents Are Nurtured Best In Solitude, But Character On Life's Tempestuous Seas!

Master And Doctor Are My Titles; For Ten Years Now, Without Repose, I Held My Erudite Recitals And Led My Pupils By The Nose.

What Matters In Art Is Not Thinking But Making.

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.

Man, Be He Who He May, Experiences A Last Piece Of Good Fortune And A Last Day. [ger., Der Mensch Erfahrt, Er Sei Auch Wer Er Mag, Ein Letztes Gluck Und Einen Letzten Tag.]

As In Rome There Is, Apart From The Romans, A Population Of Statues, So Apart From This Real World There Is A World Of Illusion, Almost More Potent, In Which Most Men Live.

The Greatest Evil That Can Befall Man Is That He Should Come To Think Ill Of Himself.

Neither A Work Of Nature Nor One Of Art We Get To Know When They Have Been Finished; We Must Surprise Them In The Process Of Beingcreated So As To Understand Them To Some Degree.

Every Day Look At A Beautiful Picture, Read A Beautiful Poem, Listen To Some Beautiful Music, And If Possible, Say Some Reasonable Thing.

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

We Cannot Too Soon Convince Ourselves How Easily We May Be Dispensed With In The World. What Important Personages We Imagine Ourselves To Be! We Think That We Alone Are The Life Of The Circle In Which We Move; In Our Absence, We Fancy That Life, Existence, Breath Will Come To A General Pause, And, Alas, The Gap Which We Leave Is Scarcely Perceptible, So Quickly Is It Filled Again; Nay, It Is Often The Place, If Not Of Something Better, At Least For Something More Agreeable.

Colors Are Light's Suffering And Joy

To A Valet No Man Is A Hero. [ger., Es Gibt Fur Den Kammerdiener Keiner Helden.]

The Soul Is Indestructible And Its Activity Will Continue Through Eternity. It Is Like The Sun, Which, To Our Eyes, Seems To Set At Night; But It Has In Reality Only Gone To Diffuse Its Light Elsewhere.

It Is Better To Be Doing The Most Insignificant Thing Than To Reckon Even A Half-hour Insignificant.

Insignificant Things

All Men Would Be Masters Of Others, And No Man Is Lord Of Himself.

Man Would Not Be The Finest Creature In The World If He Were Not Too Fine For It.

Wisdom Is Found Only In Truth.

It's True That Nothing In This World Makes Us So Necessary To Others As The Affection We Have For Them.

What Is Fruitful Alone Is True.

Nature Does Not Suffer Her Veil To Be Taken From Her, And What She Does Not Choose To Reveal To The Spirit, Thou Wilt Not Wrest From Her By Levers And Screws.

Age Does Not Make Us Childish, As Some Say; It Finds Us True Children.

We Love A Girl For Very Different Qualities Than Understanding. We Love Her For Her Beauty, Her Youth, Her Mirth, Her Confidingness, Her Character, With Its Faults, Caprices And God Knows What Other Inexpressible Charms; But We Do Not Love Her Understanding.

As Beauteous Is The World, And Many A Joy Floats Through Its Wide Dominion. But, Alas, When We Would Seize The Winged Good, It Flies.

Common Sense Is The Genius Of Humanity.

The Thought Of Death Leaves Me In Perfect Peace, For I Have A Firm Conviction That Our Spirit Is A Being Of Indestructible Nature; It Works On From Eternity To Eternity, It Is Like The Sun, Which Though It Seems To Set To Our Mortal Eyes, Does Not Really Set, But Shines On Perpetually.

A Vi'let On The Meadow Grew, That No One Saw, That No One Knew, It Was A Modest Flower. A Shepherdess Pass'd By That Way-- Light Footed, Pretty And So Gay; That Way She Came, Softly Warbling Forth Her Lay.

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

Once I Blazed Across The Sky, Leaving Trails Of Flame; I Fell To Earth, And Here I Lie - Who'll Help Me Up Again? -a Shooting Star

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

He Is Happy As Well As Great Who Needs Neither To Obey Nor To Command In Order To Be Something.

The Mediator Of The Inexpressible Is The Work Of Art.

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