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Truth Has To Be Repeated Constantly, Because Error Also Is Being Preached All The Time, And Not Just By A Few, But By The Multitude. In The Press And Encyclopaedias, In Schools And Universities, Everywhere Error Holds Sway, Feeling Happy And Comfortable In The Knowledge Of Having Majority On Its Side.

-Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

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Truth Has To Be

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

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Truth Has To Be Repeated Constantly, Because Error Also Is Being Preached All The Time, And Not Just By A Few, But By The Multitude. In The Press And Encyclopaedias, In Schools And Universities, Everywhere Error Holds Sway, Feeling Happy And Comfortable In The Knowledge Of Having Majority On Its Side.

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We Can Redeem Anyone Who Strives Unceasingly.

The Biggest Problem With Every Art Is By The Use Of Appearance To Create A Loftier Reality.

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

Whoever Aspiring, Struggles On, For Him There Is Salvation.

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.

I Don't Know A Greater Advantage, Than To Appreciate The Worth Of An Enemy.

Modern Poets Mix Too Much Water With Their Ink. [ger., Neuere Poeten Thun Viel Wasser In Die Tinte.]

One Says A Lot In Vain, Refusing; The Other Mainly Hears The "no."

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!

What Life Half Gives A Man, Posterity Gives Entirely.

The Most Original Of Authors Are Not So Because They Advance What Is New, But More Because They Know How To Say Something, As If It Had Never Been Said Before.

There Are But Few Who Have Ideas And Are, At The Same Time, Capable Of Action. Ideas Enlarge But Stymie, Action Enlivens But Confines.

Alas, I Have Studied Philosophy, The Law As Well As Medicine, And To My Sorrow, Theology; Studied Them Well With Ardent Zeal, Yet Here I Am, A Wretched Fool, No Wiser Than I Was Before.

Because Everyone Uses Language To Talk, Everyone Thinks He Can Talk About Language.

Ambition And Love Are The Wings Of Great Actions.

The Flowers Of Life Are But Visionary. How Many Pass Away And Leave No Trace Behind! How Few Yield Any Fruit,--and The Fruit Itself, How Rarely Does It Ripen! And Yet There Are Flowers Enough; And Is It Not Strange, My Friend, That We Should Suffer The Little That Does Really Ripen To Rot, Decay, And Perish Unenjoyed?

Life Is Not Anything, But An Opportunity For Something.

The Experiences Show Us Just As We Are; They Make Us See Our Own Defects.

A Man's Manners Are A Mirror In Which He Shows His Portrait.

We Can Stand Only A Certain Amount Of Unhappiness; Anything Beyond That Annihilates Us Or Passes Us By, Leaving Us Apathethetic.

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

Mathematics Has The Completely False Reputation Of Yielding Infallible Conclusions. Its Infallibility Is Nothing But Identity. Two Times Two Is Not Four, But It Is Just Two Times Two, And That Is What We Call Four For Short. But Four Is Nothing New At All. And Thus It Goes On And On In Its Conclusions, Except That In The Higher Formulas The Identity Fades Out Of Sight.

Should I Not Be Proud, When For Twenty Years I Have Had To Admit To Myself That The Great Newton And All The Mathematicians And Noble Calculators Along With Him Were Involved In A Decisive Error With Respect To The Doctrine Of Color, And That I Among Millions Was The Only One Who Knew What Was Right In This Great Subject Of Nature?

The One Who Acts Is Always Without Conscience; Nobody Has A Conscience But The Contemplative Person.

Hope Enough To Remove All Anxious Fears Concerning The Future.

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

Don't Judge Anyone Harshly Until You Yourself Have Been Through His Experiences

The Wealth That Cannot Be Administered Is A Burden.

The Soul Is Indestructible And Its Activity Will Continue Through Eternity. It Is Like The Sun, Which, To Our Eyes, Seems To Set At Night; But It Has In Reality Only Gone To Diffuse Its Light Elsewhere.

All Is Born Of Water; All Is Sustained By Water.

There Is Nothing In The World More Shameful Than Establishing One's Self On Lies And Fables.

We Gladly Put Antiquity Above Our Age But Not Posterity. Only A Father Doesn't Begrudge His Son's Talent.

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

The History Of A Man Is In His Character.

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

Lamps Make Oil-spots And Candles Need Snuffing; It Is Only The Light Of Heaven That Shines Pure And Leaves No Stain.

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?]

Tis Lilith. Who? Adam's First Wife Is She. Beware The Lure Within Her Lovely Tresses, The Splendid Sole Adornment Of Her Hair; When She Succeeds Therewith A Youth To Snare, Not Soon Again She Frees Him From Her Jesses.

No Wonder We Are All More Or Less Pleased With Mediocrity, Since It Leaves Us At Rest, And Gives The Same Comfortable Feeling As When One Associates With His Equals.

We Are Our Own Aptest Deceiver.

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.

It Is Working Within Limits That The Craftsman Reveals Himself.

We're Really Up Against It, We Poor Women: A Bachelor's A Hard Thing To Convert

The History Of Knowledge Is A Great Fugue In Which The Voices Of The Nations One After The Other Emerge.

Please Send Me Your Last Pair Of Shoes, Worn Out With Dancing As You Mentioned In Your Letter, So That I Might Have Something To Press Against My Heart.

We Amuse Ourselves Painting Our Prison-walls With Bright Figures And Brilliant Landscapes.

Life Seems So Vulgar, So Easily Content With The Commonplace Things Of Every Day, And Yet It Always Nurses And Cherishes Certain Higher Claims In Secret, And Looks About For The Means Of Satisfying Them.

Wood Burns Because It Has The Proper Stuff For That Purpose In It; And A Man Becomes Renowned Because He Has The Necessary Stuff In Him. Renown Is Not To Be Sought, And All Pursuit Of It Is Vain. A Person May, Indeed, By Skillful Conduct And Various Artificial Means, Make A Sort Of Name For Himself; But If The Inner Jewel Is Wanting, All Is Vanity, And Will Not Last A Day.

Not Art And Science Only, But Patience Will Be Required For The Work.

Art And Science

I Come More And More To The Conclusion That One Must Take The Side Of The Minority Which Is Always The More Intelligent One.

If All These Devils Really Exist It Proves There Must Be Angels, Too.

There Are Few Who Have At Once Thought And Capacity For Action. Thought Expands, But Lames; Action Animates, But Narrows.

Whoever Makes It A Rule To Test Action By Thought, Thought By Action, Cannot Falter, And If He Does, Will Soon Find His Way Back To The Right Road.

Any Trifle Is Enough To Entertain Two Lovers.

It Doesn't Behoove Elderly Persons To Follow Fashion In Their Thinking Nor In The Way They Dress.

All Truly Wise Thoughts Have Been Thought Already Thousands Of Times; But To Make Them Truly Ours, We Must Think Them Over Again Honestly, Until They Take Root In Our Personal Experience.

Oh, Happy He Who Still Hopes He Can Emerge From Error's Boundless Sea! - Faust.

The Force Of A Language Does Not Consist Of Rejecting What Is Foreign But Of Swallowing It.

For Precisely When Concepts Fail One, Words Are Found At The Right Time.

A Correct Answer Is Like An Affectionate Kiss.

Slap In The Face

One Must Be Something To Be Able To Do Something.

Human Condition

Too Rigid Scruples Are Concealed Pride.

Those Who Make Use Of Devotion As A Means And End Generally Are Hypocrites.

Doesn't Surprise Me That Christ Our Lord Preferred To Live With Whores And Sinners, Seeing I Go In For That Myself.

Very Few People Love Others For What They Are; Rather, They Love What They Lend Them, Their Own Selves, Their Own Idea Of Them.

Oh Happy He Who Still Can Hope In Our Day To Breathe The Truth While Plunged In Seas Of Error! What We Don't Know Is Really What We Need, And What We Know Is Of No Use To Us Whatever!

To Make A Young Couple Love Each Other, It Is Only Necessary To Oppose And Separate Them.

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

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Marriage Is The Beginning And Pinnacle Of Civilization.

The Passions Are Like Those Demons With Which Afrasahiab Sailed Down The Orus. Our Only Safety Consists In Keeping Them Asleep. If They We Are Lost.

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

The Effects Of Good Music Are Not Just Because It's New; On The Contrary Music Strikes Us More The More Familiar We Are With It.

A True German Can't Stand The French, Yet Willingly He Drinks Their Wines.

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

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

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

To Know Of Someone Here And There Whom We Accord With, Who Is Living On With Us, Even In Silence - - This Makes Our Earthly Ball A Peopled Garden.

The Greatest Joy Of A Thinking Man Is To Have Searched The Explored And To Quietly Revere The Unexplored.

Once I Blazed Across The Sky, Leaving Trails Of Flame; I Fell To Earth, And Here I Lie - Who'll Help Me Up Again? -a Shooting Star

What You Desire When Young, You Have In Abundance When Old.

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.

Different Faces

Enjoy What Thou Has Inherited From Thy Sires If Thou Wouldn't Really Possess It. What We Employ And Use Is Never An Oppressive Burden; What The Moment Brings Forth, That Only Can It Profit By.

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

It Is Not Enough To Take Steps Which May Someday Lead To A Goal; Each Step Must Be Itself A Goal And A Step Likewise.

There Are Men Who Never Err, Because They Never Propose Anything Rational.

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

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

Each Ten Years Of A Man's Life Has Its Own Fortunes, Its Own Hopes, Its Own Desires.

The Errors Of The Observer Come From The Qualities Of The Human Mind.

Animals, We Have Been Told, Are Taught By Their Organs. Yes, I Would Add, And So Are Men, But Men Have This Further Advantage That They Can Also Teach Their Organs In Return.

Austere Perseverance, Hash And Continuous... Rarely Fails Of Its Purpose, For Its Silent Power Grows Irresistible Greater With Time.

We Are Surrounded By Abysses, But The Greatest Of All Depths Is In Our Own Heart, And An Irresistible Leaning Leads Us There. Draw Thyself From Thyself!

Method Will Teach You To Win Time.

It Is The Color Closest To Light. In Its Utmost Purity It Always Implies The Nature Of Brightness And Has A Cheerful, Serene, Gently Stimulating Character. Hence, Experience Teaches Us That Yellow Makes A Thoroughly Warm And Comforting Impression.

Man Usually Believes, If Only Words He Hears, That Also With Them Goes Material For Thinking. [ger., Gewohnlich Glaubt Der Mensch, Wenn Er Nur Worte Hort, Es Musse Sich Dabei Doch Auch Was Denken.]

There Are People Who Pay Attention To The Weaknesses Of Their Friends; That Is To No Avail. I Have Always Closely Watched And Profited From The Strengths Of My Adversaries.

I Think That I Am Better Than The People Who Are Trying To Reform Me.

Truth Is A Torch, But A Terrific One; Therefore We All Try To Reach It With Closed Eyes, Lest We Should Be Scorched.

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

How To Please The Public - That's The Test, But Nowadays I Find I'm In A Fix; I Know They're Not Accustomed To The Best, But They've All Read So Much They Know The Tricks. How Can We Give Then Something Fresh And New That's Serious, But Entertaining Too?

Only The Heart Without A Stain Knows Ease.

Mysteries Are Not Necessarily Miracles.

All Intelligent Thoughts Have Already Been Thought; What Is Necessary Is Only To Try To Think Them Again.

If There Is Confusion In Your Head And In Your Heart, What More Do You Want! A Man Who No Longer Loves And No Longer Errs Should Have Himself Buried Straight Away.

Reason Can Never Be Popular. Passions And Feelings May Become Popular, But Reason Will Always Remain The Sole Property Of A Few Eminent Individuals.

No One As Ever Completed Their Apprenticeship.

What We Agree With Leaves Us Inactive, But Contradiction Makes Us Productive.

There Is A Great Difference, Whether The Poet Seeks The Particular For The Sake Of The General Or Sees The General In The Particular. From The Former Procedure There Ensues Allegory, In Which The Particular Serves Only As Illustration, As Example Of The General. The Latter Procedure, However, Is Genuinely The Nature Of Poetry; It Expresses Something Particular, Without Thinking Of The General Or Pointing To It.

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.

Piety Is Not An End, But A Means: A Means Of Attaining The Highest Culture By The Purest Tranquility Of Soul. Hence It May Be Observed That Those Who Set Up Piety As An End And Object Are Mostly Hypocrites.

To A Valet No Man Is A Hero. [ger., Es Gibt Fur Den Kammerdiener Keiner Helden.]

Everything Is Simpler Than You Think And At The Same Time More Complex Than You Imagine

It Would Be A Lowly Art That Allowed Itself To Be Understood All At Once.

People Are Always Talking About Originality; But What Do They Mean? As Soon As We Are Born, The World Begins To Work Upon Us; And This Goes On To The End. And After All, What Can We Call Our Own, Except Energy, Strength, And Will? If I Could Give An Account Of All That I Owe To Great Predecessors And Contemporaries, There Would Be But A Small Balance In My Favor.

The Flowers Of Life Are But Illusions. How Many Fade Away And Leave No Trace.

A Man Would Create Another Man If One Did Not Already Exist, But A Woman Might Live An Eternity Without Even Thinking Of Reproducing Her Own Sex.

Writing Is Busy Idleness.

He Who Would Reproach An Author For Obscurity Should Look Into His Own Mind To See Whether It Is Quite Clear There. In The Dusk The Plainest Writing Is Illegible.

What Is Uttered From The Heart Alone, Will Win The Hearts Of Others To Your Own.

One Does Not Get To Know That One Exists Until One Rediscovers Oneself In Others.

After Fifteen Minutes Nobody Looks At A Rainbow.

As For What I Have Done As A Poet, I Take No Pride In Whatever. Excellent Poets Have Lived At The Same Time With Me, Poets More Excellent Lived Before Me, And Others Will Come After Me. But That In My Country I Am The Only Person Who Knows The Truth In The Difficult Science Of Colors-of That, I Say, I Am Not A Little Proud, And Here Have A Consciousness Of Superiority To Many.

The Evil One Has Left, The Evil Ones Remain. [ger., Den Bosen Sind Sie Los, Die Bosen Sind Geblieben.]

Treat People The Way They Are And They Will Stay That Way. Treat People The Way They Can Become And They Will Become That Way.

I Hate Every Violent Overthrow, Because As Much Is Destroyed As Is Gained By It.

The Sum Which Two Married People Owe To One Another Defies Calculation. It Is An Infinite Debt, Which Can Only Be Discharged Through All Eternity.

Once You Have Missed The First Buttonhole, You'll Never Manage To Button Up.

National Literature Does Not Mean Much These Days; Now Is The Age Of World Literature, And Every One Must Contribute To Hasten Thearrival Of That Age.

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

Nothing Is More Terrible Than To See Ignorance In Action.

Kindness Is The Golden Thread That Holds Society Together.

To The Man Of Thought Almost Nothing Is Really Ridiculous.

Errors Belong To Libraries; Truth, To The Human Mind.

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.

Old Age Is Never Honored Among Us, But Only Indulged, As Childhood Is; And Old Men Lose One Of The Most Precious Rights Of Man,--that Of Being Judged By Their Peers.

We Talk Too Much. We Should Talk Less And Draw More.

Nothing Is More Dangerous Than Solitude.

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

I Always Seek The Good That Is In People And Leave The Bad To Him Who Made Mankind And Knows How To Round Off The Corners.

If You Lay Duties Upon People And Give Them No Rights, You Must Pay Them Well.

Who Are You Then?" "i Am Part Of That Power Which Eternally Wills Evil And Eternally Works Good.

Yet Here I Stand Poor Fool What More, Not One Wit Wiser Than Before.

You Can Easily Judge The Character Of A Man By How He Treats Those Who Can Do Nothing For Him.

The Man Who Masters Himself Is Delivered From The Force That Binds All Creatures.

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.

Profoundness, Genius, Spontaneity, Merit, Nobility, Ingenuity, Voice Propriety, Feeling, Discernment, Sensibility, Good Taste, Great Tone, Rightness, Courtliness, Vivacity, Boldness, Style, Freshness, Harmony, Perfection, Imagination, Purity, Correctness. The Greatest Writer Of All Times. God's Most Astonishing Creation.

How Fair Doth Nature Appear Again! How Bright The Sunbeams! How Smiles The Plain! The Flow'rs Are Bursting From Ev'ry Bough, And Thousand Voices Each Bush Yields Now. And Joy And Gladness Fill Ev'ry Breast! Oh Earth!-oh Sunlight! Oh Rapture Blest! Oh Love! Oh Loved One!

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

The Longer I Live, The More It Grieves Me To See Man, Who Occupies His Supreme Place For The Very Purpose Of Imposing His Will Upon Nature, And Freeing Himself And His From An Outrageous Necessity--to See Him Taken Up With Some False Notion, And Doing Just The Opposite Of What He Wants To Do; And Then, Because The Whole Bent Of His Mind Is Spoilt, Bungling Miserably Over Everything.

Nothing Shows A Man's Character More Than What He Laughs At.

The World Sees Only The Reflection Of Merit; Therefore When You Come To Know A Really Great Man Intimately, You May As Often Find Him Above As Below His Reputation.

Life Is Too Short To Drink Bad Wine.

Life Is Too Short

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

It Matters Little Whether A Man Be Mathematically Or Philologically Or Artistically Cultivated, So He Be But Cultivated.

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.

Wishes Are Premonitions Of Abilities.

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

The Angles Even Draw Strength From Gazing On Its Glance, Though None Its Meaning Fathom May; The World's Unwither'd Countenance Is Bright As At Creation's Day.

Colour Itself Is A Degree Of Darkness.

The Destiny Of Any Nation At Any Given Time Depends On The Opinion Of Its Young People, Those Under Twenty-five.

Nothing Is More Odious Than The Majority, For It Consists Of A Few Powerful Leaders, A Certain Number Of Accommodating Scoundrels And Submissive Weaklings, And A Mass Of Men Who Trot After Them Without Thinking, Or Knowing Their Own Minds.

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

What Must The English And French Think Of The Language Of Our Philosophers When We Germans Do Not Understand It Ourselves?

The Artist Who Is Not Also A Craftsman Is No Good; But, Alas, Most Of Our Artists Are Nothing Else.

Poetry Is The Universal Possession Of Mankind, Revealing Itself Everywhere, And At All Times, In Hundreds And Hundreds Of Men.

Nature Knows No Pause In Progress And Development, And Attaches Her Curse On All Inaction.

Happy The Man Who Early Learns The Wide Chasm That Lies Between His Wishes And His Powers.

What A Man Does Not Understand, He Does Not Possess.

Look Closely At Those Who Patronize You. Half Are Unfeeling, Half Untaught.

Everyone Believes In His Youth That The World Really Began With Him, And That All Merely Exists For His Sake.

Well-mannered Children Could Be Conceived If The Parents Were Well-mannered.

Ingratitude Is Always A Kind Of Weakness. I Have Never Known Men Of Ability To Be Ungrateful.

My Poor Head Is In Such A Whirl, My Mind Is All In Bits.

What Sort Of Faults May We Retain, Nay, Even Cherish In Ourselves? Those Faults Which Are Rather Pleasant Than Offensive To Others.

I Will Be Lord Over Myself.

All Poetry Is Supposed To Be Instructive But In An Unnoticeable Manner; It Is Supposed To Make Us Aware Of What It Would Be Valuable To Instruct Ourselves In; We Must Deduce The Lesson On Our Own, Just As With Life.

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.

Be Generous With Kindly Words, Especially About Those Who Are Absent.

Man Knows Himself Only Insofar As He Knows The World, Becoming Aware Of It If Only Within Himself, And Of Himself Self Only Within It. Each New Subject, Well Observed, Opens Up Within Us A New Organ Of Thought.

Art Will Always Be Art.

Unrest And Uncertainty Are Our Lot.

One Man's Word Is No Man's Word; We Should Quietly Hear Both Sides.

Nature! We Are Enveloped And Embraced By Her, Incapable Of Emerging From Her And Incapable Of Entering Her More Deeply. Unbidden And Unwarned, She Receives Us Into The Circuits Of Her Dance, Drifting Onward With Us Herself, Until We Grow Tired And Drop From Her Arms.

There Are Only Two Lasting Bequests We Can Hope To Give Our Children. One Of These Is Roots, The Other, Wings.

Yes, My Love, Who Soever Lives, Loses, . . . But He Also Wins. [ger., Ja, Meine Liebe, Wer Lebt, Verliebt . . . Aber Er Gewinnt Auch.]

For The Nature Of A Women Is Closely Allied To Art. [ger., Denn Das Naturell Der Frauen Ist So Nah Mit Kunst Verwandt.]

The Greatest Genius Will Not Be Worth Much If He Pretends To Draw Exclusively From His Own Resources

The Moment One Definitely Commits Oneself, Then Providence Moves, Too. All Sorts Of Things Occur To Help One That Would Never Have Otherwise Occurred...unforeseen Incidents And Meetings And Material Assistance, Which No Man Could Have Dreamed Would Have Come His Way.

We Have Time Enough If We But Use It Aright

I Have Observed That As Long As One Lives And Bestirs Himself, He Can Always Find Food And Raiment, Though It May Not Be Of The Choicest Description.

On All The Peaks Lies Peace.

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.

Of The Truly Creative No One Is Ever Master; It Must Be Left To Go Its Own Way.

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.

To A Valet No Man Is A Hero.

Nature Does Not Suffer Her Veil To Be Taken From Her, And What She Does Not Choose To Reveal To The Spirit, Thou Wilt Not Wrest From Her By Levers And Screws.

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