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Mannerism Always Wants To Be Finished And Doesn't Enjoy The Process. Genuine, Truly Great Talent, However, Finds Its Greatest Satisfaction In The Production.

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We All Walk In Mysteries. We Are Surrounded By An Atmosphere About Which We Still Know Nothing At All.

Any Trifle Is Enough To Entertain Two Lovers.

Words Are Good, But There Is Something Better. The Best Cannot Be Explained By Words. The Spirit In Which We Act Is The Chief Matter. Action Can Only Be Only Understood And Represented By The Spirit.

He Who Has A Task To Perform Must Know How To Take Sides, Or He Is Quite Unworthy Of It.

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.

We Eagerly Get Hold Of A Law That Serves As A Weapon To Our Passions.

We Lay Aside Letters Never To Read Them Again, And At Last We Destroy Them Out Discretion, And So Disappears The Most Immediate Breath Of Life, Irrecoverably For Ourselves And For Others.

If You Don't Know Foreign Languages, You Don't Know Anything About Your Own.

Foreign Language

Yet He Who Grasps The Moment's Gift, He Is The Proper Man.

Opponents Fancy They Refute Us When They Repeat Their Own Opinion And Pay No Attention To Ours.

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

With Little Wit And Ease To Suit Them, They Whirl In Narrow Circling Trails, Like Kittens Playing With Their Tails.

No Man Learns To Know His Inmost Nature By Introspection, For He Rates Himself Sometimes Too Low, And Often Too High, By His Own Measurement. Man Knows Himself Only By Comparing Himself With Other Men; It Is Life That Touches His Genuine Worth.

So Much Has Already Been Said About Shakespeare That There Doesn't Seem To Be Anything More To Say; Yet It Is The Quality Of The Spirit That It Forever Stimulates The Spirit.

I Examine My Own Being, And Find There A World, But A World Rather Of Imagination And Dim Desires, Than Of Distinctness And Living Power. Then Everything Swims Before My Senses, And I Smile And Dream While Pursuing My Way Through The World.

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

The New Vulcanism Is Really A Daring Attempt To Connect The Present, Incomprehensible World To A Past, Unknown One.

Nothing Puts Me So Completely Out Of Patience As The Utterance Of A Wretched Commonplace When I Am Talking From My Inmost Heart.

Tolerance Should, Strictly Speaking, Be Only A Passing Mood; It Ought To Lead To Acknowledgment And Appreciation. To Tolerate A Person Is To Affront Him.

The Person Born With A Talent They Are Meant To Use Will Find Their Greatest Happiness In Using It.

Such Is The Frailty Of Man That Even Where He Makes The Truest And Most Forcible Impression In The Memory, In The Heart Of His Beloved, There Also He Must Perish.

To Be Sure, We Have Inherited Abilities, But Our Development We Owe To Thousands Of Influences Coming From The World Around Us From Which We Appropriate What We Can And What Is Suitable To Us.

Where I Cannot Be Moral, My Power Is Gone.

A World Without Love Would Be No World.

A Vain Man Can Never Be Altogether Rude. Desirous As He Is Of Pleasing, He Fashions His Manners After Those Of Others.

The Loss Of A Much-prized Treasure Is Only Half Felt When We Have Not Regarded Its Tenure As Secure.

My Counsel Is, To Force Nothing, And Rather To Trifle And Sleep Away All Unproductive Days And Hours, Than On Such Days To Compose Something That Will Afterwards Give No Pleasure.

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

If Man Thinks About His Physical Or Moral State He Usually Discovers That He Is Ill.

The Spectacle Of Nature Is Always New, For She Is Always Renewing The Spectators. Life Is Her Most Exquisite Invention; And Death Is Her Expert Contrivance To Get Plenty Of Life.

What Is Fruitful Alone Is True.

Shakespeare Is A Great Psychologist, And Whatever Can Be Known Of The Heart Of Man May Be Found In His Plays.

Every Reader, If He Has A Strong Mind, Reads Himself Into The Book, And Amalgamates His Thoughts With Those Of The Author.

It Used To Happen, And Still Happens, To Me To Take No Pleasure In A Work Of Art At The First Sight Of It, Because It Is Too Much For Me; But If I Suspect Any Merit In It, I Try To Get At It; And Then I Never Fail To Make The Most Gratifying Discoveries--to Find New Qualities In The Work Itself And New Faculties In Myself.

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

The Rich Want Good Wine, The Poor, Plenty Of Wine

A School Of Art Or Of Anything Else Is To Be Looked On As A Single Individual, Who Keeps Talking To Himself For A Hundred Years, And Feels An Extreme Satisfaction With His Own Circle Of Favorite Ideas, Be They Ever So Silly.

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.

One Never Goes Further Than When They Do Not Know Where They Are Going.

The Moment One Definitely Commits Oneself, Then Providence Moves Too. Whatever You Think You Can Do, Or Believe You Can Do, Begin It. Action Has Magic, Power And Grace.

A Man Does Not Mind Being Blamed For His Faults, And Being Punished For Them, And He Patiently Suffers Much For Them; But He Becomes Impatient If He Is Required To Give Them Up.

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.

Yes, I Have Finally Arrived To This Capital Of The World! I Now See All The Dreams Of My Youth Coming To Life... Only In Rome Is It Possible To Understand Rome.

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 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."

Great Passions Are Incurable Diseases.

Incurable Disease

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

To Think Is Easy. To Act Is Hard. But The Hardest Thing In The World Is To Act In Accordance With Your Thinking.

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

Error Is To Truth As Sleep Is To Waking. I Have Observed That One Turns, As If Refreshed, From Error Back To Truth.

It Is Better To Do The Smallest Thing In The World Than To Hold Half An Hour To Be Too Small A Thing.

Give Shape, Artist! Don't Talk! Your Poem Be But A Breath.

So Then The Year Is Repeating Its Old Story Again. We Are Come Once More, Thank God! To Its Most Charming Chapter. The Violets And The Mayflowers Are As Its Inscriptions Or Vignettes. It Always Makes A Pleasant Impression On Us, When We Open Again At These Pages Of The Book Of Life.

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

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

The Ground That A Good Man Treads Is Hallowed.

For I Have Been A Man, And That Means To Have Been A Fighter.

Of All Thieves, Fools Are The Worst; They Rob You Of Time And Temper.

Everything Is Hard Before It Is Easy.

Our Destiny Often Looks Like A Fruit-tree In Winter. Who Would Think From Its Pitiable Aspect That Those Rigid Boughs, Those Rough Twigs Could Next Spring Again Be Green, Bloom, And Even Bear Fruit? Yet We Hope It, We Know It.

The Happiest Man Is The One Who Finds Happiness At Home.

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Literature Is A Fragment Of A Fragment. Of All That Ever Happened, Or Has Been Said, But A Fraction Has Been Written; And Of This But Little Is Extant.

If We Examine Every Stage Of Our Lives, We Find That From Our First Breath To Our Last We Are Under The Constraint Of Circumstances. And Yet We Still Possess The Greatest Of All Freedoms, The Power Of Developing Our Innermost Selves In Harmony With The Moral Order Of The Universe, And So Winning Peace Of Heart Whatever Obstacles We Meet.

One Should Not Search For Anything Behind The Phenomena. They Themselves Are The Message.

I Can Tell You, Honest Friend, What To Believe: Believe Life; It Teaches Better That Book Or Orator.

Our Passions Are The True Phoenixes; When The Old One Is Burnt Out, A New One Rises From Its Ashes.

If A Man Knows Where To Get Good Advice, It Is As Though He Could Supply It Himself.

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

In Art It's Not The Thinking That Does The Job, But Making.

Whatever You Can Do Or Dream, Begin It.

The Solution Of Every Problem Is Another Problem

Colors Are Light's Suffering And Joy

A Man Should Hear A Little Music, Read A Little Poetry, And See A Fine Picture Every Day Of His Life, In Order That Worldly Cares May Not Obliterate The Sense Of The Beautiful Which God Has Implanted In The Human Soul.

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.

Do The Duty Which Lies Nearest To Thee.

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.

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

Energy Will Do Anything That Can Be Done In This World.

So Dear Night The Half Of Life Is, And The Fairest Half Indeed.

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

It Is Better For You To Suffer An Injustice Than For The World To Be Without Law. Therefore, Let Everyone Submit To The Law.

If Society Gives Up The Right To Impose The Death Penalty, Then Self-help Will Appear Again And Personal Vendettas Will Be Around The Corner.

Superstition Is Part Of The Poetry Of Life.

Wood Burns Because It Has The Proper Stuff In It; And A Man Becomes Famous Because He Has The Proper Stuff In Him.

The World Is Full Of Contradiction.

It Will Be! The Mass Is Working Clearer! Conviction Gathers, Truer, Nearer! The Mystery Which For Man In Nature Lies We Dare To Test, By Knowledge Led; And That Which She Was Wont To Organize We Crystallize, Instead.

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

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

All One Needs To Do Is Declare Oneself Free And One Will Immediately Feel Dependent. If You Dare To Declare Yourself Dependent, You Feel Independent.

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

Oh How Sweet It Is To Hear One's Own Convictions From Another's Lips.

Ah, How Often I've Cursed Those Foolish Pages, That Showed My Youthful Sufferings To Everyone! If Werther Had Been My Brother, And I'd Killed Him, His Sad Ghost Could Hardly Have Persecuted Me More.

When You Lose Interest In Anything, You Also Lose The Memory For It.

If Any Man Wish To Write In A Clear Style, Let Him Be First Clear In His Thoughts; And If Any Would Write In A Noble Style, Let Him First Possess A Noble Soul.

A Distracted Existence Leads Us To No Goal

Everything Which Is Properly Business We Must Keep Carefully Separate From Life. Business Requires Earnestness And Method; Life Must Have A Freed Handling.

Talent Is Nurtured In Solitude; Character Is Formed In The Stormy Billows Of The World. [ger., Es Bildet Ein Talent Sich In Der Stille, Sich Ein Charakter In Dem Strom Der Welt.]

One Never Goes So Far As When One Doesn't Know Where One Is Going.

Misunderstandings And Neglect Occasion More Mischief In The World Than Malice And Wickedness.

Colour Itself Is A Degree Of Darkness.

Nature Is, After All, The Only Book That Offers Important Content On Every Page.

Hold Your Powers Together For Something Good And Let Everything Go That Is For You Without Result And Is Not Suited To You.

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.

Plunge Boldly Into The Thick Of Life, And Seize It Where You Will, It Is Always Interesting.

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.]

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

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.]

Habit Is A Man's Sole Comfort. We Dislike Doing Without Even Unpleasant Things To Which We Have Become Accustomed.

I Look Upon All Four Gospels As Thoroughly Genuine, For There Shines Forth From Them The Reflected Splendor Of A Sublimity Proceeding From Jesus Christ.

A Talent Can Be Cultivated In Tranquility; A Character Only In The Rushing Stream Of Life.

He Who Does Not Expect A Million Readers Should Not Write A Line.

A Good Man, Through Obscurest Aspirations Has Still An Instinct Of The One True Way.

The Mediator Of The Inexpressible Is The Work Of Art.

Man Cannot Persist Long In A Conscious State, He Must Throw Himself Back Into The Unconscious, For His Root Lives There.

Against Criticism A Man Can Neither Protest Nor Defend Himself; He Must Act In Spite Of It, And Then It Will Gradually Yield To Him.

Is It Not Enough That We Cannot Make One Another Happy, Must We Also Rob One Another Of The Pleasures That Any Heart May Permit Itself Now And Then? And Name Me A Person Who In A Bad Mood Will Be Decent Enough To Hide It, To Bear It Alone, Without Destroying The Joy Around Him. Is It Not Rather An Inner Dissatisfaction With Our Own Unworthiness, A Dislike Of Ourselves That Is Always Associated With Envy Aggravated By Foolish Conceit? We See People Happy And Not Made Happy By Us, And That Is Unbearable.

Anecdotes And Maxims Are Rich Treasures To The Man Of The World, For He Knows How To Introduce The Former At Fit Place In Conversation.

Men In A State Of Nature, Uncivilized Nations, Children, Have A Great Fondness For Colors In Their Utmost Brightness, And Especially For Yellow-red.

There Is No Trifling With Nature; It Is Always True, Grave, And Severe; It Is Always In The Light, And The Faults And Errors Fall To Our Share. It Defies Incompetency, But Reveals Its Secrets To The Competent, The Truthful, And The Pure.

To A Valet No Man Is A Hero.

This World Could Not Exist If It Were Not So Simple. The Ground Has Been Tilled A Thousand Years, Yet Its Powers Remain Ever The Same; A Little Rain, A Little Sun, And Each Spring It Grows Green Again.

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

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

Generosity Wins Favour For Everyone, Especially When It Is Accompanied By Modesty.

I Hate All Explanations; They Who Make Them Deceive Either Themselves Or The Other Party,-generally Both.

Sometimes I Don't Understand How Another Can Love Her, Is Allowed To Love Her, Since I Love Her So Completely Myself, So Intensely, So Fully, Grasp Nothing, Know Nothing, Have Nothing But Her!

Energy Will Do Anything That Can Be Done In The World; And No Talents, No Circumstances, No Opportunities Will Make A Two-legged Animal A Man Without It.

Gifts Come From Above In Their Own Peculiar Forms.

Superstition Is The Poetry Of Life.

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.

To Be Active Is The Primary Vocation Of Man.

Happy Contractedness Of Youth, Nay, Of Mankind In General, That They Think Neither Of The High Nor The Deep, Of The True Nor The False, But Only Of What Is Suited To Their Own Conceptions.

Oh God, How Do The World And Heavens Confine Themselves, When Our Hearts Tremble In Their Own Barriers!

If God Had Wanted Me Otherwise, He Would Have Created Me Otherwise.

To The Man Of Thought Almost Nothing Is Really Ridiculous.

Miracle Is The Pet Child Of Faith.

A Person Places Themselves On A Level With The Ones They Praise.

Even Though The World As A Whole Progresses, Youth Must Always Start Again From The Beginning, And As Individuals Go Through The Epochs Of The World's Culture.

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

Reason Looks At Necessity As The Basis Of The World; Reason Is Able To Turn Chance In Your Favor And Use It. Only By Having Reasonremain Strong And Unshakable Can We Be Called A God Of The Earth.

He Loves Not Who Does Not See The Faults Of The Beloved As Virtues.

Science Has Been Seriously Retarded By The Study Of What Is Not Worth Knowing And Of What Is Not Knowable.

A Purpose You Impart Is No Longer Your Own.

It Is Natural To Man To Regard Himself As The Object Of The Creation, And To Think Of All Things In Relation To Himself, And The Degree In Which They Can Serve And Be Useful To Him.

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

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

I Could Never Have Known So Well How Paltry Men Are, And How Little They Care For Really High Aims, If I Had Not Tested Them By My Scientific Researches. Thus I Saw That Most Men Only Care For Science So Far As They Get A Living By It, And That They Worship Even Error When It Affords Them A Subsistence.

Hope Enough To Remove All Anxious Fears Concerning The Future.

The Ideal Of Beauty Is Simplicity And Tranquility.

There Is Nothing Insignificant In The World. It All Depends On How One Looks At It.

Insignificant Things

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

Know'st Thou The Land Where The Lemon-trees Bloom, Where The Gold Orange Glows In The Deep Thicket's Gloom, Where A Wind Ever Soft From The Blue Heaven Blows, And The Groves Are Of Laurel And Myrtle And Rose!

Life Teaches Us To Be Less Harsh With Ourselves And With Others.

Presents At Once? That's Good. He Is Sure To Succeed.

If Each One Does Their Duty As An Individual And If Each One Works In Their Own Proper Vocation, It Will Be Right With The Whole.

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

Ignorant Men Raise Questions That Wise Men Answered A Thousand Years Ago.

The Credit Of Advancing Science Has Always Been Due To Individuals And Never To The Age.

If You Inquire What People Are Like Here, I Must Answer, "the Same As Everywhere."

The Finished Man, You Know, Is Difficult To Please; A Growing Mind Will Ever Show You Gratitude. --faust 1, Lines 182-3

The Primal Plant Is Going Be The Strangest Creature In The World, Which Nature Herself Must Envy Me. With This Model And The Key To It, It Will Be Possible To Go On For Ever Inventing Plants And Know That Their Existence Is Logical; That Is To Say, If They Do Not Actually Exist, They Could, For They Are Not The Shadowy Phantoms Of A Vain Imagination, But Possess An Inner Necessity And Truth. The Same Law Will Be Applicable To All Other Living Organisms.

Wer Fremde Sprachen Nicht Kennt, Weiss Nichts Von Seiner Eigenen.he Who Is Ignorant Of Foreign Languages, Knows Not His Own.

Foreign Language

It Is Ever True That He Who Does Nothing For Others, Does Nothing For Himself." ~ Goethe

If A Man Writes A Book, Let Him Set Down Only What He Knows. I Have Guesses Enough Of My Own.

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

One Is Never Satisfied With A Portrait Of Persons Whom One Knows. That Is Why I Have Always Pitied Portraitists. One Demands So Seldom Of Others The Impossible, But Demands Just That Of The Portraitists.

All Beginnings Are Delightful; The Threshold Is The Place To Pause.

Are We Not Also Married To Conscience Which We Would Love To Get Rid Of Often Enough Since It Is More Bothersome Than A Man Or A Woman Ever Could Become?

If One Mistreats Citizens Of Foreign Countries, One Infringes Upon One's Duty Toward One's Own Subjects; For Thus One Exposes Themto The Law Of Retribution.

Men's Prejudices Rest Upon Their Character For The Time Being And Cannot Be Overcome, As Being Part And Parcel Of Themselves. Neither Evidence Nor Common Sense Nor Reason Has The Slightest Influence Upon Them.

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

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

There Are Situations In Which Hope And Fear Run Together, In Which They Mutually Destroy One Another And Lose Themselves In Dull Indifference.

Mannerism Always Wants To Be Finished And Doesn't Enjoy The Process. Genuine, Truly Great Talent, However, Finds Its Greatest Satisfaction In The Production.

Don't Say That You Want To Give, But Go Ahead And Give! You'll Never Catch Up With A Mere Hope.

I Wish The Crowd To Feel Itself Well Treated, Especially Since It Lives And Lets Me Live.

We Are Our Own Aptest Deceiver.

A Man Who Cannot Command Himself Will Always Be A Slave.

From Inaccessible Mountain Range By Way Of Desert Untrod By Human Foot To The Ends Of The Unknown Seas, The Breath Of The Everlasting Creative Spirit Is Felt, Rejoicing Over Every Speck Of Dust That Hearkens To It And Lives.

Mountain Ranges

Things Which Matter Most Must Never Be At The Mercy Of Things Which Matter Least.

People Always Fancy That We Must Become Old To Become Wise; But, In Truth, As Years Advance, It Is Hard To Keep Ourselves As Wise As We Were.

I Do Not Speak Of What I Cannot Praise.

Pain And Pleasure, Good And Evil, Come To Us From Unexpected Sources. It Is Not There Where We Have Gathered Up Our Brightest Hopes, That The Dawn Of Happiness Breaks. It Is Not There Where We Have Glanced Our Eye With Affright, That We Find The Deadliest Gloom. What Should This Teach Us? To Bow To The Great And Only Source Of Light, And Live Humbly And With Confiding Resignation.

The History Of A Man Is In His Character.

Mysteries Are Not Necessarily Miracles.

One Can Be Instructed In Society, One Is Inspired Only In Solitude.

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

Every Situation--nay, Every Moment--is Of Infinite Worth; For It Is The Representative Of A Whole Eternity.

You Can’t, If You Can’t Feel It, If It Never Rises From The Soul, And Sways The Heart Of Every Single Hearer, With Deepest Power, In Simple Ways. You’ll Sit Forever, Gluing Things Together, Cooking Up A Stew From Other’s Scraps, Blowing On A Miserable Fire, Made From Your Heap Of Dying Ash. Let Apes And Children Praise Your Art, If Their Admiration’s To Your Taste, But You’ll Never Speak From Heart To Heart, Unless It Rises Up From Your Heart’s Space.

In Politics As On A Sickbed Men Toss From Side To Side In Hope Of Lying More Comfortably.

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

It Is In Human Nature To Relax, When Not Compelled By Personal Advantage Or Disadvantage.

Do Not, I Beg You, Look For Anything Behind Phenomena. They Are Themselves Their Own Lesson.

What Is Important In Life Is Life, And Not The Result Of Life.

Most Men, Even The Most Accomplished, Are Of Limited Faculties; Every One Sets A Value On Certain Qualities In Himself And Others: These Alone He Is Willing To Favour, These Alone Will He Have Cultivated.

Nature! We Are Surrounded By Her And Locked In Her Clasp: Powerless To Leave Her, And Powerless To Come Closer To Her. Unasked And Unwarned She Takes Us Up Into The Whirl Of Her Dance, And Hurries On With Us Till We Are Weary And Fall From Her Arms.

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

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

To Know Where A Thing Is We Must Have Found It.

He Who Cannot Love Must Learn To Flatter.

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