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

The Rich Become Richer And The Poor Become Poorer Is A Cry Heard Throughout The Whole Civilized World.

On Dreary Night Let Lusty Sunshine Fall.

Joy Is The Mainspring In The Whole Of Endless Nature's Calm Rotation. Joy Moves The Dazzling Wheels That Roll In The Great Time-piece Of Creation.

His Saying Was: Live And Let Live.

Live And Let Live

On The Mountains There Is Freedom! The World Is Perfect Everywhere, Save Where Man Comes With His Torment.

Think With Awe On The Slow And Quiet Power Of Time.

Rarely Do We Arrive At The Summit Of Truth Without Running Into Extremes; We Have Frequently To Exhaust The Part Of Error, And Even Of Folly, Before We Work Our Way Up To The Noble Goal Of Tranquil Wisdom.

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

False Fancy Brings Real Misery.

To Know Thyself--in Others Self-concern; Would'st Thou Know Others? Read Thyself--and Learn!

Peace Is Rarely Denied To The Peaceful.

Weep, For The Light Is Dead.

Wise To Resolve, Patient To Perform.

A Childlike Mind In Its Simplicity Practises That Science Of Good To Which The Wise May Be Blind.

Obedience Decks The Christian Most.

Fate Always Wins, For Our Own Heart Within Us Imperiously Furthers Its Designs.

The Lamp Of Genius Burns Quicker Than The Lamp Of Life.

Joy All Creatures Drink At Nature's Bosoms.

Modest Humility Is Beauty's Crown.

The Greater Part Of Humanity Is Too Much Harassed And Fatigued By The Struggle With Want, To Rally Itself For A New And Sterner Struggle With Error.

To The Fool-king Belongs The World.

The Mind Is The Eyesight Of The Soul.

Heaven And Earth Fight In Vain Against A Dunce!

What Reason, Like The Careful Ant, Draws Laboriously Together, The Wind Of Accident Sometimes Collects In A Moment.

Man Is Made Of The Wholly Common, And Custom Is His Nurse; Woe Then To Them Who Lay Irreverent Hands On His Old House-furniture, The Dear Inheritance From His Forefathers: For Time Consecrates, And What Is Gray With Age Becomes Religion.

The May Of Life Blooms Once And Never Again.

Life Is Earnest, Art Is Gay.

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

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

Keep True To The Dreams Of Your Youth.

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

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

To Save All We Must Risk All.

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.

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

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

No Emperor Has The Power To Dictate To The Heart.

A Healthy Nature Needs No God Or Immortality

The Empire Of Saturnus Is Gone By; Lord Of The Secret Birth Of Things Is He; Within The Lap Of Earth, And In The Depths Of The Imagination Dominates; And His Are All Things That Eschew The Light. The Time Is O'er Of Brooding And Contrivance, For Jupiter, The Lustrous, Lordeth Now, And The Dark Work, Complete Of Preparation, He Draws By Force Into The Realm Of Light. Now Must We Hasten On To Action, Ere The Scheme, And Most Auspicious Positure Parts O'er My Head, And Takes Once More Its Flight, For The Heavens Journey Still, And Adjourn Not.

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.

When The Wine Goes In, Strange Things Come Out.

If The Art Of Gardening Is At Last To Turn Back From Her Extravagances And Rest With Her Other Sisters, It Is, Above Everything, Necessary To Have Clearly Before You What You Require . . . It Is Certainly Tasteless And Inconsistent To Desire To Encompass The World With A Garden-wall, But Very Practicable And Reasonable To Make A Garden . . . Into A Characteristic Whole To The Eye, Heart, And Nderstanding Alike.

Man Ever Talks, And Man Ever Dreams Of Better Days That Are Yet To Be, After Glittering Goal, That Distant Gleams, Running And Racing Untiringly. The Worldly May Grow Old And Young As It Will, But The Hope Of Man Is Improvement Still. Hope Bears Him Into Life In Her Arms, She Flutters Around The Boy's Young Bloom, The Soul Of Youth With Her Magic Warms, Nor Rests With Age In The Silent Tomb; For Ends Man His Weary Course At The Grave, There Plants He Hope O'er His Ashes To Wave.

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.

From The Moment Fear Begins I Have Ceased To Fear.

The Key To Education Is The Experience Of Beauty.

It Is Often Wise To Reveal That Which Cannot Be Concealed For Long.

Art Is Difficult, Transient Is Her Reward.

If You Cannot Please Everyone With Your Deeds And Your Art, Please A Few. To Please Many Is Bad.

Satisfied If They Themselves Can Escape From The Hard Labour Of Thought, They Willingly Abandon To Others The Guardianship Of Their Thoughts.

I Have Enjoyed Earthly Happiness, I Have Lived And Loved.

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

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

Virtue Is No Empty Echo.

It Does Not Prove A Thing To Be Right Because The Majority Say It Is So.

No Greater Grief Than To Remember Days Of Gladness When Sorrow Is At Hand.

The Future Comes Slowly, The Present Flies And The Past Stands Still Forever.

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.

To One, Science Is An Exalted Goddess; To Another It Is A Cow Which Provides Him With Butter.

The Iron Chain And The Silken Cord Are Both Equally Bonds.

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.

A Gloomy Guest Fits Not A Wedding Feast.

Misery Travels Free Through The Whole World!

Accursed Be He Who Plays With The Devil.

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

The First Great Law Is To Obey.

Forgiveness Is The Divinest Of Victories.

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

Joy, Thou Spark From Heav'n Immortal, Daughter Of Elysium! Drunk With Fire, Toward Heaven Advancing Goddess, To Thy Shrine We Come. Thy Sweet Magic Brings Together What Stern Custom Spreads Afar; All Men Become Brothers Where Thy Happy Wing-beats Are.

Culture, Far From Giving Us Freedom, Only Develops, As It Advances, New Necessities; The Fetters Of The Physical Close More Tightly Around Us, So That The Fear Of Loss Quenches Even The Ardent Impulse Toward Improvement, And The Maxims Of Passive Obedience Are Held To Be The Highest Wisdom Of Life.

Great Souls Suffer In Silence.

Never The Grave Gives Back What It Has Won!

Wine Invents Nothing; It Only Tattles.

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

I Am Called The Richest Monarch In The Christian World; The Sun In My Dominion Never Sets.

Forgiveness Is The Finding Again Of A Lost Possession.

You Have To Go The Rounds From Individual To Individual In Order To Gather The Totality Of The Race.

He Who Never Ventures Beyond Actuality Will Never Win The Prize Of Truth.

The Voice Of Our Age Seems By No Means Favorable To Art, At All Events To That Kind Of Art To Which My Inquiry Is Directed. The Course Of Events Has Given A Direction To The Genius Of The Time That Threatens To Remove It Continually Further From The Ideal Of Art. For Art Has To Leave Reality, It Has To Raise Itself Bodily Above Necessity And Neediness; For Art Is The Daughter Of Freedom, And It Requires Its Prescriptions And Rules To Be Furnished By The Necessity Of Spirits And Not By That Of Matter.

The Storm Is Master. Man, As A Ball, Is Tossed Twixt Winds And Billows.

Day's Lustrous Eyes Grow Heavy In Sweet Death.

Where There Is Much Freedom There Is Much Error.

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

As Inclination Changes, Thus Ebbs And Flows The Unstable Tide Of Public Judgment.

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.

We Must Bear What Heaven Sends.

Freedom Exists Only With Power.

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.

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

Whoever Fails To Turn Aside The Ills Of Life By Prudent Forethought, Must Submit To Fulfill The Course Of Destiny.

The Reason For You Complaint Lies, It Seems To Me, In The Constraint Which Your Intellect Imposes Upon Your Imagination. Here I Will Make An Observation, And Illustrate It By An Allegory. Apparently, It Is Not Good-and Indeed It Hinders The Creative Work Of The Mind-if The If The Intellect Examines Too Closely The Ideas Pouring In, As It Were, At The Gates.

What Else Is Chance But The Rude Stone Which Receives Its Life From The Sculptor's Hand? Providence Gives Us Chance, And Man Must Mould It To His Own Designs.

It Is Play And Only Play That Makes Man Complete.

Like A Dart The Present Glances, Silent Stands The Past Sublime.

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

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

If Thou Art Something Bring Thy Soul And Interchange With Mine. - Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller.

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

O Tender Yearning, Sweet Hoping! The Golden Time Of First Love! The Eye Sees The Open Heaven, The Heart Is Intoxicated With Bliss; O That The Beautiful Time Of Young Love Could Remain Green Forever.

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

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.

As Freely As The Firmament Embraces The World, So Mercy Must Encircle Friend And Foe. The Sun Poursforth Impartially His Beams Through All The Regions Of Infinity; Heaven Bestows The Dew Equally On Every Thirsty Plant. Whatever Is Good And Comes From On High Is Universal And Without Reserve: But In The Heart's Recesses Darkness Dwells.

The Game Of Life Looks Cheerful When One Carries A Treasure Safe In His Heart.

Intellect--brain Force.

The Great Happiness Of Life, I Find, After All, To Consist In The Regular Discharge Of Some Mechanical Duty.

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

To Be Man's Tender Mate Was Woman Born, And In Obeying Nature She Best Serves The Purposes Of Heaven.

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.

What Is The Short Meaning Of The Long Speech?

What The Inner Voice Says Will Not Disappoint The Hoping Soul.

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

Cowards Have Done Good And Kind Actions, But A Coward Never Pardoned.

Toil Of Science Swells The Wealth Of Art.

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

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

The Dictates Of The Heart Are The Voice Of Fate.

Thus Arm In Arm With Thee I Dare Defy My Century Into The Lists.

He, That Noble Prize Possessing He That Boasts A Friend That's True, He Whom Woman's Love Is Blessing, Let Him Join The Chorus Too!

The Mountain Cannot Frighten One Who Was Born On It.

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

Focus And Concentration

We, We Live! Ours Are The Hours, And The Living Have Their Claims.

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

It Is Well For A Man When He Has Learned To Endure What He Cannot Change, And To Give Up With Dignity What He Cannot Retain.

Sorrow Is Brief But Joy Is Endless

Fate Hath No Voice But The Heart's Impulse.

No, No! I Do Nature Injustice. She Gave Us Inventive Faculty, And Set Us Naked, And Helpless On The Shore Of This Great Ocean,--the World; Swim Those Who Can, The Heavy May Go To The Bottom.

Happy He Who Learns To Bear What He Cannot Change.

You Make Me Happy

Spring Flies, And With It All The Train It Leads; And Flowers, In Fading, Leave Us But Their Seeds.

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 Jest Loses Its Point When He Who Makes It Is The First To Laugh.

Wouldst Thou Know Thyself, Observe The Actions Of Others. Wouldst Thou Other Men Know, Look Thou Within Thine Own Heart.

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

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

Freedom Can Occur Only Through Education.

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

Be Noble Minded! Our Own Heart, And Not Other Men's Opinions Of Us, Forms Our True Honor.

It Is Difficult To Discriminate The Voice Of Truth From Amid The Clamor Raised By Heated Partisans.

Satisfy A Few To Please Many Is Bad.

O The Eye's Light Is A Noble Gift Of Heaven! All Beings Live From Light, Each Fair Created Thing; The Very Plants Turn With A Joyful Transport To The Light.

Anyone Taken As An Individual Is Tolerably Sensible And Reasonable - As A Member Of A Crowd, He At Once Becomes A Blockhead.

Every True Genius Is Bound To Be Naive.

As Soon As I Have Begun To Fear I Have Ceased To Fear.

Yet Have I Ever Heard It Said That Spies And Tale-bearers Have Done More Mischief In This World Than Poisoned Bowl Or The Assassin's Dagger.

It Is Easy To Give Advice From A Port Of Safety.

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

To Live Is To Dream, And To Dream Pleasantly Is To Be Wise.

The Happy Man Does Not Notice The Flight Of Time.

Vast, Colossal Destiny, Which Raises Man To Fame, Though It May Also Grind Him To Powder!

Sorrows Must Die With The Joys They Outnumber.

Art Is The Right Hand Of Nature.

As Freely As The Firmament Embraces The World, Or The Sun Pours Forth Impartially His Beams, So Mercy Must Encircle Both Friend And Foe.

Man Is Created Free, And Is Free, Even Though Born In Chains.

Against Stupidity The Very Gods Themselves Contend In Vain.

Even Now, Nature Is The Only Flame, On Which The Poetic Spirit Feeds; From It Alone It Draws All Its Power, To It Alone It Speaks Even In The Artificial, In The Man Engaged In Culture.

Love Is The Reward Of Love.

Physical Beauty Is The Sign Of An Interior Beauty, A Spiritual And Moral Beauty Which Is The Basis, The Principle, And The Unity Of The Beautiful.

Let No One Despair, Even Though In The Darkest Night The Last Star Of Hope May Disappear.

Truth Lives On In The Midst Of Deception.

If You Have Never Seen Beauty In A Moment Of Suffering, You Have Never Seen Beauty At All. If You Have Never Seen Joy In A Beautiful Face, You Have Never Seen Joy At All.

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.

In Love, Jealousy Is The Great Exaggerator.

The Lemonade Is Weak, Like Your Soul.

The Painter Is, As To The Execution Of His Work, A Mechanic; But As To His Conception And Spirit And Design He Is Hardly Below Even The Poet.

The Will Of Man Is His Happiness.

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.

Accomplish Nothing

The Man Who Fears Nothing Is As Powerful As He Who Is Feared By Everybody.

The Victor Is Often Vanquished By His Own Success.

The Average Estimate Themselves By What They Do, The Above Average By What They Are.

The Brave Person Thinks Of Himself Last Of All.

Our Safety Is Not In Blindness, But In Facing Our Dangers.

Uncommon Men Require No Common Trust; Give Him But Scope And He Will Set The Bounds.

It Is Not Flesh And Blood, But Heart Which Makes Us Fathers And Sons.

Pain Is Short, And Joy Is Eternal.

The World Is Ruled Only By Consideration Of Advantages.

The Worst Of Me Is Known, And I Can Say That I Am Better Than The Reputation I Bear.

A Beautiful Soul Has No Other Merit Than Its Own Existence.

I Am My Own Heaven And Hell!

Rigor Pushed Too Far Is Sure To Miss Its Aim, However Good, As The Bow Snaps That Is Bent Too Stiffly.

Everlastingly Chained To A Single Little Fragment Of The Whole, Man Himself Develops Into Nothing But A Fragment; Everlastingly In His Ear The Monotonous Sound Of The Wheel That He Turns, He Never Develops The Harmony Of His Being, And Instead Of Putting The Stamp Of Humanity Upon His Own Nature, He Becomes Nothing More Than The Imprint Of His Occupation Or Of His Specialized Knowledge.

Nothing, It Is True, Is More Common Than For Both Science And Art To Pay Homage To The Spirit Of The Age, And For Creative Taste To Accept The Law Of Critical Taste.

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

Emulation Is A Noble And Just Passion, Full Of Appreciation.

Strange Customs Do Not Thrive In Foreign Soil.

Even In A Righteous Cause Force Is A Fearful Thing.

Foster The Beautiful, And Every Hour Thou Tallest New Flowers To Birth.

There Is No Solitude In Nature.

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

Whatever Is Not Forbidden Is Permitted.

Individual Character Is In The Right That Is In Strict Consistence With Itself. Self-contradiction Is The Only Wrong.

The Strong Man Is Strongest When Alone.

Full Of Wisdom Are The Ordinations Of Fate.

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

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

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

Regarded In Isolation, An Idea May Be Quite Insignificant, And Venturesome In The Extreme, But It May Acquire Importance From An Idea Which Follows It; Perhaps, In A Certain Collocation With Other Ideas, Which May Seem Equally Absurd, It May Be Capable Of Furnishing A Very Serviceable Link.

You Worthy Critics, Or Whatever You May Call Yourselves, Are Ashamed Or Afraid Of The Momentary And Passing Madness Which Is Found In All Real Creators, The Longer Or Shorter Duration Of Which Distinguishes The Thinking Artist From The Dreamer. Hence Your Complaints Of Unfruitfulness, For You Reject Too Soon And Discriminate Too Severely.

Even Weak Men When United Are Powerful.

What Shall He Fear That Does Not Fear Death.

Men Show No Mercy And Expect No Mercy, When Honor Calls, Or When They Fight For Their Idols Or Their Gods.

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