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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.

-Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

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Someday Someone Will Write

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

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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.

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The Hardest Thing Is To See What's Under Your Very Eyes.

Character, In Great And Little Things, Means Carrying Through What You Feel Able To Do.

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

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

If The Word Is Not Dead When It Reaches The Hearer, He Murders It At Once By A Contradiction, A Stipulation, A Condition, A Digression, An Interruption, And All The Thousand Tricks Of Conversation.

Since Time Is Not A Person We Can Overtake When He Is Gone, Let Us Honor Him With Mirth And Cheerfulness Of Heart While He Is Passing.

They Teach In Academies Far Too Many Things, And Far Too Much That Is Useless.

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!

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

Few Are Open To Conviction, But The Majority Of Men Are Open To Persuasion

In Art, The Best Is Good Enough.

He Who Moves Not Forward, Goes Backward.

My Worthy Friend, Gray Are All Theories And Green Alone Life's Golden Tree.

Can A Sparrow Know How A Stork Feels?

Never By Reflection, But Only By Doing Is Self- Knowledge Possible To One.

Microscopes And Telescopes Really Confuse Our Minds.

Nothing Can Be Compared To The New Life That The Discovery Of Another Country Provides For A Thoughtful Person. Although I Am Still The Same I Believe To Have Changed To The Bones.

Nothing Is More Fearful Than Imagination Without Taste.

If A Man Or Woman Is Born Ten Years Sooner Or Later, Their Whole Aspect And Performance Shall Be Different.

Of All Peoples The Greeks Have Dreamt The Dream Of Life Best.

Our Passions Are True Phoenixes; As The Old Burn Out The New Straight Rise Up From The Ashes.

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.

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

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

Doubt Can Only Be Removed By Action.

Modern Poets Add A Lot Of Water To Their Ink.

Everything Great And Intelligent Is In The Minority

A Resolution That Is Communicated Is No Longer Within Thy Power; Thy Attentions Become Now The Plaything Of Chance; He Who Would Have His Commands Certainly Carried Out Must Take Man By Surprise.

We Can't Form Our Children On Our Own Concepts; We Must Take Them And Love Them As God Gives Them To Us.

If The Mass Of People Hesitate To Act, Strike With Swiftly And With Boldness, The Brave Heart That Understands And Seizes Opportunity Can Everything.

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You Don't Have To Travel Around The World To Understand That The Sky Is Blue Everywhere

To Be Active Is The Primary Vocation Of Man.

Energy Is The Basis Of Everything. Every Jew, No Matter How Insignificant, Is Engaged In Some Decisive And Immediate Pursuit Of A Goal... It Is The Most Perpetual People Of The Earth.

Let There Be Truth Between Us.

The One Who Always Strives, That One Can Be Redeemed.

Rash Combat Oft Immortalizes Man; If He Should Fall, He Is Renowned In Song; But After-ages Reckon Not The Ceaseless Tears Which The Forsaken Woman Sheds. Poets Tell Us Not Of The Many Nights Consumed In Weeping, Or Of The Dreary Days Wherein Her Anguished Soul Vainly Yearns To Call Her Loved One Back.

A Person Hears Only What They Understand.

The Coward Only Threatens When He Is Safe.

One Always Has Time Enough, If One Will Apply It Well.

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

We Should Treat Children As God Does Us, Who Makes Us Happiest When He Leaves Us Under The Influence Of Innocent Delusions.

Behavior Is A Mirror In Which Every One Shows His Image. [ger., Das Betragen Ist Ein Spiegel In Welchem Jeder Sein Bild Zeigt.]

What Men Usually Say Of Misfortunes, That They Never Come Alone, May With Equal Truth Be Said Of Good Fortune; Nay, Of Other Circumstances Which Gather Round Us In A Harmonious Way, Whether It Arise From A Kind Of Fatality, Or That Man Has The Power Of Attracting To Himself Things That Are Mutually Related.

The Greatest Piece Of Folly Is That Every Man Thinks Himself Compelled To Hand Down What People Think They Have Known.

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Everybody Wants To Be Somebody; Nobody Wants To Grow.

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

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The Ground That A Good Man Treads Is Hallowed.

Whatever You Can Do Or Dream, Begin It.

Let Us Seek To Fathom Those Things That Are Fathomable And Reserve Those Things Which Are Unfathomable For Reverence In Quietude.

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

Time Flies, And What Is Past Is Done.

You Must Either Conquer And Rule Or Serve And Lose, Suffer Or Triumph, Be The Anvil Or The Hammer.

There Is Nothing In The World More Pitiable Than An Irresolute Man, Oscillating Between Two Feelings, Who Would Willingly Unite The Two And Who Does Not Perceive That Nothing Can Unite Them

One Never Learns To Understand Truly Anything But What One Loves.

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Men Are Joined By Conviction, Sundered By Opinion.

The Greatest Difficulties Lie Where We Are Not Looking For Them.

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!

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.

Not All That Is Presented To Us As History Has Really Happened; And What Really Happened Did Not Actually Happen The Way It Is Presented To Us; Moreover, What Really Happened Is Only A Small Part Of All That Happened. Everything In History Remains Uncertain, The Largest Events As Well As The Smallest Occurrence.

[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.

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

The World Remains Ever The Same.

Life's Objective Is Life Itself.

The Mortal Race Is Far Too Weak Not To Grow Dizzy On Unwonted Brights.

A Purpose You Impart Is No Longer Your Own.

What In Us The Women Leave Uncultivated, Children Cultivate When We Retain Them Near Us.

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.]

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?]

You Shall Abstain, Shall Abstain. That Is The Eternal Song.

I Call Architecture Frozen Music.

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.

Beautiful Is Greater Than Good, For It Includes The Good.

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.

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

We Are Our Own Devils; We Drive Ourselves Out Of Our Edens.

What One Doesn't Understand One Doesn't Possess.

What You Can Do, Or Think You Can, Begin It.

Decision Making

If We Take People Only As They Are, Then We Make Them Worse; If We Treat Them As If They Were What They Should Be, Then We Bring Them To Where They Can Be Brought.

Beauty Is At Once The Ultimate Principle And The Highest Aim Of Art.

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

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

Alas, That We Should Be So Unwilling To Listen To The Still And Holy Yearnings Of The Heart! A God Whispers Quite Softly In Our Breast, Softly Yet Audibly; Telling Us What We Ought To Seek And What To Shun.

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.

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

English Plays, Atrocious In Content, Absurd In Form, Objectionable In Action, Execrable Englishtheatre.

No Two People See The World Exactly Alike, And Different Temperaments Will Often Apply The Same Principle, Recognized By Both, Differently. Even One And The Same Person Won't Always Maintain The Same Views And Judgments: Earlier Convictions Must Give Way To Later Ones.

Nobody, They Say, Is A Hero To His Valet. Of Course; For A Man Must Be A Hero To Understand A Hero. The Valet, I Dare Say, Has Great Respect For Some Person Of His Own Stamp.

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

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

We Are So Constituted That We Believe The Most Incredible Things; And, Once They Are Engraved Upon The Memory, Woe To Him Who Would Endeavor To Erase Them.

Nature! We Live In Her Midst And Know Her Not. She Is Incessantly Speaking To Us, But Betrays Not Her Secret. We Constantly Act Upon Her, And Yet Have No Power Over Her. Variant: Nature! We Are Surrounded And Embraced By Her: Powerless To Separate Ourselves From Her, And Powerless To Penetrate Beyond Her.

When I Say To The Moment Flying; 'linger A While -- Thou Art So Fair!' Then Bind Me In Thy Bonds Undying, And My Final Ruin I Will Bear!

It Is Not Given To Us To Grasp The Truth, Which Is Identical With The Divine, Directly. We Perceive It Only In Reflection, In Example And Symbol, In Singular And Related Appearances. It Meets Us As A Kind Of Life Which Is Incomprehensible To Us, And Yet We Cannot Free Ourselves From The Desire To Comprehend It.

Plants And Flowers Of The Commonest Kind Can Form A Pleasing Diary, Because Nothing Which Calls Back To Us The Remembrance Of A Happy Moment Can Be Insignificant.

Oral Delivery Aims At Persuasion And Making The Listener Believe They Are Converted. Few Persons Are Capable Of Being Convinced The Majority Allow Themselves To Be Persuaded.

The Person Who In Shaky Times Also Wavers Only Increases The Evil, But The Person Of Firm Decision Fashions The Universe.

Thinking Is Easy, Acting Is Difficult, And To Put One's Thoughts Into Action Is The Most Difficult Thing In The World.

Vanity Is A Desire Of Personal Glory, The Wish To Be Appreciated, Honoured, And Run After, Not Because Of One's Personal Qualities, Merits, And Achievements, But Because Of One's Individual Existence. At Best, Therefore, It Is A Frivolous Beauty Whim It Befits.

Personal Qualities

Hatred Is A Heavy Burden. It Sinks The Heart Deep In The Breast, And Lies Like A Tombstone On All Joys.

This Is The Highest Wisdom That I Own; Freedom And Life Are Earned By Those Alone Who Conquer Them Each Day Anew.

The Flowers Are Full Of Honey, But Only The Bee Finds Out The Sweetness.

Be Above It! Make The World Serve Your Purpose, But Do Not Serve It.

It Is The Strange Fate Of Man, That Even In The Greatest Of Evils The Fear Of The Worst Continues To Haunt Him.

If Everyone Sweeps Before His Own Front Door, Then The Street Is Clean.

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.

If I Accept You As You Are, I Will Make You Worse; However, If I Treat You As Though You Are What You Are Capable Of Becoming, I Help You Become That.

Action Has Magic, Grace And Power In It.

Whoso Shrinks From Ideas Ends By Having Nothing But Sensations.

Children, Love One Another, And If That Is Not Possible-at Least Try To Put Up With One Another.

Love One Another

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

To Be Pleased With One's Limits Is A Wretched State.

Knowing Who You Are

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

The Best Way To Understand A Painting Is By Drawing It.

Over The Trackless Past, Somewhere, Lie The Lost Days Of Our Tropic Youth, Only Regained By Faith And Prayer, Only Recalled By Prayer And Plaint, Each Lost Day Has Its Patron Saint!

There Is Nothing Outside Of Us That Is Not At The Same Time In Us, And As The External World Has Its Colors The Eye, Too, Has Colors.

He Who Does Not Think Much Of Himself Is Much More Esteemed Than He Imagines.

As To The Value Of Conversions, God Alone Can Judge. God Alone Can Know How Wide Are The Steps Which The Soul Has To Take Before It Can Approach To A Community With Him, To The Dwelling Of The Perfect, Or To The Intercourse And Friendship Of Higher Natures.

He Who Enjoys Doing And Enjoys What He Has Done Is Happy.

The Formation Of One's Character Ought To Be Everyone's Chief Aim.

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.

If The World Does Improve On The Whole, Yet Youth Must Always Begin Anew, And Go Through The Stages Of Culture From The Beginning.

Begin By Instructing Yourself, Then You Will Receive Instruction From Others.

If You Wish To Know The Mind Of A Man, Listen To His Words.

The Best Government Is That Which Teaches Us To Govern Ourselves.

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.

A Man Must Cling To The Belief That The Incomprehensible Is Comprehensible; Otherwise He Would Not Try To Fathom It.

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

Everything That We Encounter Leaves Traces Behind. Everything Contributes Imperceptibly To Our Education

This Being Busied With Thoughts Of Immortality Is For The Noble Classes And Especially For Women With Nothing To Do. A Solid Person, Though, Someone Who Already Intends To Be Something Worthy Here, And Who Therefore Has To Strive Daily, Has To Struggle And Work, Gives The World To Come A Rest.

What Am I Then...? Everything That I Have Seen, Heard, And Observed I Have Collected And Exploited. My Works Have Been Nourished By Countless Different Individuals, By Innocent And Wise Ones, People Of Intelligence And Dunces. Childhood, Maturity And Old Age All Have Brought Me Their Thoughts....their Perspectives On Life. I Have Often Reaped What Others Have Sowed. My Work Is The Work Of A Collective Being That Bears The Name Goethe.

The Nude Is The Perfect Expression Of Freedom. Freedom To Be.

When I Consider The Narrow Limits Within Which Our Active And Inquiring Faculties Are Confined; When I See How All Our Energies Are Wasted In Providing For Mere Necessities, Which Again Have No Further End Than To Prolong A Wretched Existence; And Then That All Our Satisfaction Concerning Certain Subjects Of Investigation Ends In Nothing Better Than A Passive Resignation... When I Consider All This... I Am Silent.

How Often Do I Lull My Seething Blood To Rest, For You Have Never Seen Anything So Unsteady, So Uncertain, As This Heart.

Who Strives Always To The Utmost, Him Can We Save.

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