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Most Gladly Would I Give The Blood-stained Laurel For The First Violet Which March Brings Us, The Fragrant Pledge Of The New-fledged Year.

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Most Gladly Would I Give The Blood-stained Laurel For The First Violet Which March Brings Us, The Fragrant Pledge Of The New-fledged Year.

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On Dreary Night Let Lusty Sunshine Fall.

Measure Not By The Scale Of Perfection The Meager Product Of Reality.

Deaf Rage That Hears No Leader.

As Noble Art Has Survived Noble Nature, So Too She Marches Ahead Of It, Fashioning And Awakening By Her Inspiration. Before Truth Sends Her Triumphant Light Into The Depths Of The Heart, Imagination Catches Its Rays, And The Peaks Of Humanity Will Be Glowing When Humid Night Still Lingers In The Valleys.

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Weep, For The Light Is Dead.

The Strong Man Is Strongest When Alone.

He That Is Overcautious Will Accomplish Little.

The First Great Law Is To Obey.

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What Is The Short Meaning Of The Long Speech?

The May Of Life Blooms Once And Never Again.

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Arrow-swift The Present Sweepeth, And Motionless Forever Stands The Past.

A Virtuous Name Is The Precious Only Good, For Which Queens And Peasants' Wives Must Contest Together.

Love Guides The Stars Towards Each Other, The World Plan Endures Only Through Love.

There Is No Solitude In Nature.

O'er Ocean, With A Thousand Masts, Sails Forth The Stripling Bold- One Boat, Hard Rescued From The Deep, Draws Into Port The Old!

Whatever Is Not Forbidden Is Permitted.

No Doubt The Artist Is The Child Of His Time; But Woe To Him If He Is Also Its Disciple, Or Even Its Favorite.

Art Is The Right Hand Of Nature.

Doch Zittre Vor Der Langsamen, Der Stillen Macht Der Zeit. Yet Tremble At The Slow, Silent Power Of Time.

Don't Let Your Heart Depend On Things That Ornament Life In A Fleeting Way! He Who Possesses, Let Him Learn To Lose, He Who Is Fortunate, Let Him Learn Pain.

Utility Is The Great Idol Of The Age, To Which All Powers Must Do Service And All Talents Swear Allegiance. In This Great Balance Of Utility, The Spiritual Service Of Art Has No Weight, And, Deprived Of All Encouragement, It Vanishes From The Noisy Vanity Fair Of Our Time.

Freedom Can Occur Only Through Education.

I Feel That I Am A Man Of Destiny.

Cling To Thy Native Land, For It Is The Land Of Thy Fathers?

In The Ardor Of Pursuit Men Soon Forget The Goal From Which They Start.

Every True Genius Is Bound To Be Naive.

A Gloomy Guest Fits Not A Wedding Feast.

Worthless Is The Nation That Does Not Gladly Stake Its All On Its Honor.

Have Hope. Though Clouds Environs Now, And Gladness Hides Her Face In Scorn, Put Thou The Shadow From Thy Brow, - No Night But Hath Its Morn.

It Is At The Approach Of Extreme Danger When A Hollow Puppet Can Accomplish Nothing, That Power Falls Into The Mighty Hands Of Nature, Of The Spirit Giant-born, Who Listens Only To Himself, And Knows Nothing Of Compacts.

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Art Is The Daughter Of Freedom.

Deeper Meaning Resides In The Fairy Tales Told To Me In My Childhood Than In The Truth That Is Taught By Life.

O Who Knows What Slumbers In The Background Of The Times?

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When The Measured Dance Of The Hours Brings Back The Happy Smile Of Spring, The Buried Dead Is Born Again In The Life-glance Of The Sun. The Germs Which Perished To The Eye Within The Cold Breast Of The Earth Spring Up With Joy In The Bright Realm Of Day.

Satisfy A Few To Please Many Is Bad.

The World's History Is Constant, Like The Laws Of Nature, And Simple, Like The Souls Of Men. The Same Conditions Continually Produce The Same Results.

Great Souls Endure In Silence.

Even The Weak Become Strong When They Are United.

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Man, One May Say, Was Never In Such A Completely Animal Condition; But He Has, On The Other Hand, Never Escaped From It.

There Is A Nobility In The World Of Manners.

Revenge Is Barren Of Itself: It Is The Dreadful Food It Feeds On; Its Delight Is Murder, And Its End Is Despair.

He Who Has Done His Best For His Own Time Has Lived For All Times.

Virtue, Though Clothed In A Beggar's Garb, Commands Respect.

Sorrows Must Die With The Joys They Outnumber.

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Obedience Is The Christian's Crown.

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What Shall He Fear That Does Not Fear Death.

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What's Old Collapses, Times Change, And New Life Blossoms In The Ruins.

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Honesty Prospers In Every Condition Of Life.

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The Moor Has Done His Work, The Moor May Go.

An Honest Man You May Form Of Windle-straws, But To Make A Rogue You Must Have Grist.

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It Is Only Through The Morning Gate Of The Beautiful That You Can Penetrate Into The Realm Of Knowledge. That Which We Feel Here As Beauty We Shall One Day Know As Truth.

Posterity Weaves No Garlands For Imitators.

Far Must Thy Researches Go Wouldst Thou Learn The World To Know; Thou Must Tempt The Dark Abyss Wouldst Thou Prove What Being Is; Naught But Firmness Gains The Prize, Naught But Fullness Makes Us Wise, Buried Deep Truth E'er Lies.

We Can Never Replace A Friend. When A Man Is Fortunate Enough To Have Several, He Finds They Are All Different. No One Has A Double In Friendship.

We Are Too Prone To Find Fault; Let Us Look For Some Of The Perfections.

Misery Travels Free Through The Whole World!

Art Is The Right Hand Of Nature. The Latter Has Only Given Us Being, The Former Has Made Us Men.

There Is No Such Thing As Chance; And What Seem To Us Merest Accident Springs From The Deepest Source Of Destiny.

Why Should I Deem Myself To Be A Chisel, When I Could Be The Artist?

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He Cannot Complain Of A Hard Sentence, Who Is Made Master Of His Own Fate.

The Lemonade Is Weak, Like Your Soul.

The Key To Education Is The Experience Of Beauty.

Let Him That Sows The Serpent's Teeth Not Hope To Reap A Joyous Harvest. Every Crime Has, In The Moment Of Its Perpetration, Its Own Avenging Angel,--dark Misgivings At The Inmost Heart.

The Joke Loses Everything When The Joker Laughs Himself.

The Brave Person Thinks Of Himself Last Of All.

But How Is The Artist To Protect Himself Against The Corruption Of The Age Which Besets Him On All Sides?

Virtue Has Her Heroes Too As Well As Fame And Fortune.

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One Drop Of Hatred Left In The Cup Of Joy Turns The Most Blissful Draught Into Poison.

For The World Is Only Governed By Self-interest.

Without A Home Must The Soldier Go, A Changeful Wanderer, And Can Warm Himself At No Home-lit Hearth.

There Are Occasions When The General Belief Of The People, Even Though It Be Groundless, Works Its Effect As Sure As Truth Itself.

If You Want To Study Yourself, Look Into The Hearts Of Other People. If You Want To Study Other People, Look Into Your Own Heart.

It Is Not The Mere Station Of Life That Stamps The Value On Us, But The Manner In Which We Act Our Part.

Courage, Ne'er By Sorrow Broken! Aid Where Tears Of Virtue Flow; Faith To Keep Each Promise Spoken! Truth Alike To Friend And Foe!

Time Consecrates; And What Is Gray With Age Becomes Religion.

Whatever Lives, Lives To Die In Sorrow. We Engage Our Hearts, And Grasp After The Things Of This World, Only To Undergo The Pang Of Losing Them.

Lose Not Yourself In A Far Off Time, Seize The Moment That Is Thine.

Focus And Concentration

Knowledge, The Object Of Knowledge And The Knower Are The Three Factors Which Motivate Action; The Senses, The Work And The Doer Comprise The Threefold Basis Of Action.

A Merely Fallen Enemy May Rise Again, But The Reconciled One Is Truly Vanquished.

Full Of Wisdom Are The Ordinations Of Fate.

Futurity Is Impregnable To Mortal Ken: No Prayer Pierces Through Heaven's Adamantine Walls. Whether The Birds Fly Right Or Left, Whatever Be The Aspect Of The Stars, The Book Of Nature Is A Maze, Dreams Are A Lie, And Every Sign A Falsehood.

He Who Considers Too Much Will Perform Little.

There Is More To Life Than Just Existing And Having A Pleasant Time.

Heaven And Earth Fight In Vain Against A Dunce!

An Axe At Home Saves Hiring A Carpenter.

O Jealousy! Thou Magnifier Of Trifles.

Egotism Erects Its Center In Itself; Love Places It Out Of Itself In The Axis Of The Universal Whole. Love Aims At Unity, Egotism At Solitude. Love Is The Citizen Ruler Of A Flourishing Republic, Egotism Is A Despot In A Devastated Creation. Egotism Sows For Gratitude, Love For The Ungrateful. Love Gives, Egotism Lends; And Love Does This Before The Throne Of Judicial Truth, Indifferent If For The Enjoyment Of The Following Moment, Or With The View To A Martyr's Crown--indifferent Whether The Reward Is In This Life Or In The Next.

The Greeks Put Us To Shame Not Only By Their Simplicity, Which Is Foreign To Our Age; They Are At The Same Time Our Rivals, Nay, Frequently Our Models, In Those Very Points Of Superiority From Which We Seek Comfort When Regretting The Unnatural Character Of Our Manners. We See That Remarkable People Uniting At Once Fullness Of Form And Fullness Of Substance, Both Philosophising And Creating, Both Tender And Energetic, Uniting A Youthful Fancy To The Virility Of Reason In A Glorious Humanity.

Truth Lives On In The Midst Of Deception.

When You Are Not Happy With Your Life, Always Think That Someone Is Happy Simply Because You Exist

Glory To Women! They Weave And Entwine Heavenly Roses Into An Earthly Life.

It Is Through Beauty That We Arrive At Freedom.

Happy He Who Learns To Bear What He Cannot Change.

You Make Me Happy

Sentimental Poetry Differs From Naive Poetry In That It Relates The Real State At Which The Latter Stops To Ideas And Applies Ideas To That Reality.

Freedom Exists Only With Power.

Strange Customs Do Not Thrive In Foreign Soil.

Chains Of Iron Or Of Silk-both Are Chains.

Appearance Should Never Attain Reality, And If Nature Conquers, Then Must Art Retire.

The Dictates Of The Heart Are The Voice Of Fate.

Seraphs Share With Thee Knowledge; But Art, O Man, Is Thine Alone!

Death Is A Mighty Mediator. There All The Flames Of Rage Are Extinguished, Hatred Is Appeased, And Angelic Pity, Like A Weeping Sister, Bends With Gentle And Close Embrace Over The Funeral Urn.

Life Is Earnest, Art Is Gay.

Ever Building, Building To The Clouds, Still Building Higher, And Never Reflecting That The Poor Narrow Basis Cannot Sustain The Giddy Tottering Column.

Man Is An Imitative Creature.

When The Wine Goes In, Strange Things Come Out.

The Very Plants Turn With A Joyful Transport To The Light.

There Is Room In The Smallest Cottage For A Happy Loving Pair.

Forgiveness Is The Finding Again Of A Lost Possession.

Be True, And Thou Shalt Fetter Time With Everlasting Chain.

It May Here Be Justly Said, That Genuine Morality Is Preserved Only In The School Of Adversity, And A State Of Continuous Prosperity May Easily Prove A Quicksand To Virtue.

Live With Your Century; But Do Not Be Its Creature.

The World Is Ruled Only By Consideration Of Advantages.

The Gentlest Man Cannot Live In Peace If It Does Not Please His Wicked Neighbor.

Only Through Beauty's Morning-gate, Dost Thou Penetrate The Land Of Knowledge.

Against Stupidity, God Himself Fights In Vain.

In The Society, Where People Are Just Parts In A Larger Machine, Individuals Are Unable To Develop Fully.

The Hat Is The Pride Of Man; For He Who Cannot Keep His Hat On Before Kings And Emperors Is No Free Man.

You Saw His Weakness, And He Will Never Forgive You.

I Am Better Than My Reputation

Time Is A Blooming Field: Nature Is Ever Teeming With Life: And All Is Seed, And All Is Fruit.

Man Is Made Of Ordinary Things, And Habit Is His Nurse.

All Things Must; Man Is The Only Creature That Wills.

The History Of The World Is The World's Court Of Justice.

A Sublime Soul Can Rise To All Kinds Of Greatness, But By An Effort; It Can Tear Itself From All Bondage, To All That Limits And Constrains It, But Only By Strength Of Will. Consequently The Sublime Soul Is Only Free By Broken Efforts.

Grace Is The Beauty Of Form Under The Influence Of Freedom.

I Am My Own Heaven And Hell!

Of All The Possessions Of This Life Fame Is The Noblest; When The Body Has Sunk Into The Dust The Great Name Still Lives.

The Dream Is Short, Repentance Long.

I Have Enjoyed The Happiness Of The World; I Have Loved.

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