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The Present Age Has Witnessed An Extraordinary Increase Of A Thinking Public, By The Facilities Afforded To The Diffusion Of Reading; The Former Happy Resignation To Ignorance Begins To Make Way For A State Of Half-enlightenment, And Few Persons Are Willing To Remain In The Condition In Which Their Birth Has Placed Then.

-Friedrich Schiller

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The Present Age Has

Friedrich Schiller

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The Present Age Has Witnessed An Extraordinary Increase Of A Thinking Public, By The Facilities Afforded To The Diffusion Of Reading; The Former Happy Resignation To Ignorance Begins To Make Way For A State Of Half-enlightenment, And Few Persons Are Willing To Remain In The Condition In Which Their Birth Has Placed Then.

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

I Feel An Army In My Fist.

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

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

Where There Is Much Freedom There Is Much Error.

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

Song Forbids Victorious Deeds To Die.

While The Womanly God Demands Our Veneration, The Godlike Woman Kindles Our Love; But While We Allow Ourselves To Melt In The Celestial Loveliness, The Celestial Self-sufficiency Holds Us Back In Awe.

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

Dare To Be Wrong And To Dream.

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

A Noble Soul Spreads Even Over A Face In Which The Architectonic Beauty Is Wanting An Irresistible Grace, And A Often Even Triumphs Over The Natural Disfavor.

Youth Covets; Let Not This Covetousness Seduce You.

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.

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

He That Is Over-cautious Will Accomplish But Very Little.

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.

Even In A Righteous Cause Force Is A Fearful Thing.

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

Folly, Thou Conquerest, And I Must Yield! Against Stupidity The Very Gods Themselves Contend In Vain. Exalted Reason, Resplendent Daughter Of The Head Divine, Wise Foundress Of The System Of The World, Guide Of The Stars, Who Are Thou Then, If Thou, Bound To The Tail Of Folly's Uncurb'd Steed, Must, Vainly Shrieking, With The Drunken Crowd, Eyes Open, Plunge Down Headlong In The Abyss.

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

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

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

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

Only The Soldier Is A Free Man, Because He Can Look Death In The Face.

Posterity Weaves No Garlands For Imitators.

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

Illusion Is Brief, But Repentance Is Long.

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

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

An Axe At Home Saves Hiring A Carpenter.

Dare To Err And To Dream. Deep Meaning Often Lies In Childish Plays.

Will It, And Set To Work Briskly.

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

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

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

The Brave Person Thinks Of Himself Last Of All.

Joy All Creatures Drink At Nature's Bosoms.

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

A Gloomy Guest Fits Not A Wedding Feast.

Forgiveness Is The Finding Again Of A Lost Possession.

The Strong Man Is Strongest When Alone.

Gray Hairs Are Death's Blossoms.

The Victor Is Often Vanquished By His Own Success.

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

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

Secrecy Is For The Happy,--misery, Hopeless Misery, Needs No Veil; Under A Thousand Suns It Dares Act Openly.

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

Freedom Exists Only With Power.

Chains Of Iron Or Of Silk-both Are Chains.

O God, How Lovely Still Is Life!

The Universe Is A Thought Of God.

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.

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

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

Love Is Only Known By Him Who Hopelessly Persists In Love.

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

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

Art Is The Daughter Of Freedom.

He That Is Overcautious Will Accomplish Little.

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

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

Fate Hath No Voice But The Heart's Impulse.

Speech Is Always Bolder Than Action.

Against Stupidity, God Himself Fights In Vain.

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

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.

When The Wine Goes In, Strange Things Come Out.

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

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

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Every Man Stamps His Value On Himself... Man Is Made Great Or Small By His Own Will.

The May Of Life Blooms Once And Never Again.

Sorrows Must Die With The Joys They Outnumber.

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

Yes Great People Are Always Subject To Persecution And Always Getting Into Straits.

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

If Yon Wish To Be Like The Gods On Earth, To Be Free In The Realms Of The Dead, Pluck Not The Fruit From The Garden! In Appearance It May Glisten To The Eye; But The Perishable Pleasure Of Possession Quickly Avenges The Curse Of Curiosity.

What Shall He Fear That Does Not Fear Death.

In A Narrow Circle The Mind Contracts. Man Grows With His Expanded Needs.

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.

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.

Mankind Is Made Great Or Little By Its Own Will.

He Who Considers Too Much Will Perform Little.

There Is No Solitude In Nature.

If You Wish To Know Yourself Observe How Others Act. If You Wish To Understand Others Look Into Your Own Heart.

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

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

Stubbornness Is Not Firmness.

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.

Historians Are Prophets With Their Face Turned Backward.

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

Satisfy A Few To Please Many Is Bad.

Appearance Rules The World.

To Save All We Must Risk All.

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.

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

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

Opposition Always Inflames The Enthusiast, Never Converts Him.

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.

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

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

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.

Man Only Plays When In The Full Meaning Of The Word He Is A Man, And He Is Only Completely A Man When He Plays.

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

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.

Love Is The Reward Of Love.

Around, Around, Companions All, Take Your Ground, And Name The Bell With Joy Profound! Concordia Is The Word We've Found Most Meet To Express The Harmonious Sound, That Calls To Those In Friendship Bound.

Did You Think The Lion Was Sleeping Because He Didn't Roar?

To The Fool-king Belongs The World.

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.

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

The Key To Education Is The Experience Of Beauty.

The Present Age Has Witnessed An Extraordinary Increase Of A Thinking Public, By The Facilities Afforded To The Diffusion Of Reading; The Former Happy Resignation To Ignorance Begins To Make Way For A State Of Half-enlightenment, And Few Persons Are Willing To Remain In The Condition In Which Their Birth Has Placed Then.

The Lemonade Is Weak, Like Your Soul.

The World's History Is The World's Judgment.

It Is Play And Only Play That Makes Man Complete.

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

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

Deaf Rage That Hears No Leader.

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

There Is A Nobility In The World Of Manners.

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

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

Obedience Decks The Christian Most.

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

A Pity About The People! They Are Brave Enough Comrades, But They Have Heads Like A Soapboiler's.

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.

Soon Is The Struggle Past, And To The Earth, To The Eternal Sun, I Render Back These Atoms, Joined In Me For Pain And Pleasure.

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

A Deep Meaning Often Lies In Old Customs.

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.

No Emperor Has The Power To Dictate To The Heart.

The Joke Loses Everything When The Joker Laughs Himself.

Have Love. Not Love Alone For One, But Man As Man They Brother Call; And Scatter Like The Circling Sun Thy Charities On All.

Honesty Prospers In Every Condition Of Life.

Have Faith. Where'er Thy Bark Is Driven, - The Calm's Disport, The Tempest's Mirth, - Know This: God Rules The Hosts Of Heaven, The Habitants Of Earth.

False Fancy Brings Real Misery.

Sorrow Is Brief But Joy Is Endless

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 Voice Of The Majority Is No Proof Of Justice.

Libertarian Party

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

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

The Mountain Cannot Frighten One Who Was Born On It.

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.

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

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

Strange Customs Do Not Thrive In Foreign Soil.

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.

O Jealousy! Thou Magnifier Of Trifles.

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

Truth Is More Than A Dream And A Song.

Fear Of Death Is Worse Than Dying.

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

O That It Might Remain Eternally Green, The Beautiful Time Of Youthful Love.

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.

The Dignity Of Man Into Your Hands Is Given; Oh, Keep It Well, With You It Sinks Or Lifts Itself To Heaven.

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.

Intellect--brain Force.

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

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.

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

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!

Great Souls Suffer In Silence.

Wise To Resolve, Patient To Perform.

The Happy Man Does Not Notice The Flight Of Time.

Not Without A Shudder May The Human Hand Reach Into The Mysterious Urn Of Destiny.

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.

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

Nothing Leads To Good That Is Not Natural.

It Is Through Beauty That We Arrive At Freedom.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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 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.

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

Man Is An Imitative Creature.

When The Gods Were More Manlike, Men Were More Godlike.

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

Keep True To The Dreams Of Your Youth.

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.

No Cause Has He To Say His Doom Is Harsh, Who's Made The Master Of His Destiny.

What Is Life Without The Radiance Of Love?

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

Ah, To That Far Distant Strand Bridge There Was Not To Convey, Not A Bark Was Near At Hand, Yet True Love Soon Found The Way.

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

Life Did Not Present Its Sunny Side To Thee.

Honor Women! They Entwine And Weave Heavenly Roses In Our Earthly Life.

The Will Of Man Is His Happiness.

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