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What Is Now The Foliage Moving? Air Is Still, And Hush'd The Breeze, Sultriness, This Fullness Loving, Through The Thicket, From The Trees. Now The Eye At Once Gleams Brightly, See! The Infant Band With Mirth Moves And Dances Nimbly, Lightly, As The Morning Gave It Birth, Flutt'ring Two And Two O'er Earth.

-Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

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What Is Now The

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

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What Is Now The Foliage Moving? Air Is Still, And Hush'd The Breeze, Sultriness, This Fullness Loving, Through The Thicket, From The Trees. Now The Eye At Once Gleams Brightly, See! The Infant Band With Mirth Moves And Dances Nimbly, Lightly, As The Morning Gave It Birth, Flutt'ring Two And Two O'er Earth.

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Is It Life, I Ask, Is It Even Prudence, To Bore Thyself And Bore The Students?

Common Sense Is The Genius Of Humanity.

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The Man Of Understanding Finds Everything Laughable.

All That Is Noble Is In Itself Of A Quiet Nature, And Appears To Sleep Until It Is Aroused And Summoned Forth By Contrast.

You Acquire A Language Most Readily In The Country Where It Is Spoken; You Study Mineralogy Best Among Miners; And So With Everything Else.

Rest Not Life Is Sweeping By Go And Dare Before You Die. Something Mighty And Sublime, Leave Behind To Conquer Time.

Poor Fool! In Whose Petty Estimation All Things Are Little.

In The Realm Of Ideas Everything Depends On Enthusiasm... In The Real World All Rests On Perseverance.

The Shudder Of Awe Is Humanity's Highest Faculty, Even Though This World Is Forever Altering Its Values.

Neither A Work Of Nature Nor One Of Art We Get To Know When They Have Been Finished; We Must Surprise Them In The Process Of Beingcreated So As To Understand Them To Some Degree.

Art Is Constitutive-the Artist Determines Beauty. He Does Not Take It Over.

Who Never Ate His Bread In Sorrow, Who Never Spent The Darksome Hours Weeping, And Watching For The Morrow,- He Knows You Not, Ye Heavenly Powers.

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

When Scholars Study A Thing, They Strive To Kill It First, If It's Alive; Then They Have The Parts And The'be Lost The Whole, For The Link That's Missing Was The Living Soul.

Say What You Will Of Fortitude, But Show Me The Man Who Can Patiently Endure The Laughter Of Fools When They Have Obtained An Advantage Over Him. 'tis Only When Their Nonsense Is Without Foundation That One Can Suffer It Without Complaint.

There Is Nothing More Frightful Than For A Teacher To Know Only What His Scholars Are Intended To Know.

To Every One [nature] Appears In A Form Of His Own. She Hides Herself In A Thousand Names And Terms, And Is Always The Same.

Enthusiasm Is Of The Greatest Value, So Long As We Are Not Carried Away By It.

We Always Hope, And In All Things It Is Better To Hope Than To Despair.

The Few Of Understanding, Vision Rare, Who Veiled Not From The Herd Their Hearts, But Tried, Poor Generous Fools, To Lay Their Feelings Bare, Them Have Men Always Burnt And Crucified.

Water Its Living Strength First Shows, When Obstacles Its Course Oppose.

Architecture Is Frozen Music. [ger., Die Backunst Ist Eine Erstarrte Musik.]

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

From Desire I Plunge To Its Fulfilment, Where I Long Once More For Desire.

Mastery Is Proven Only In Limitation, And Law Alone Can Give Us Freedom.

It Is Working Within Limits That The Craftsman Reveals Himself.

A Stated Truth Loses Its Grace, But A Repeated Error Appears Insipid And Ridiculous.

The Brilliant Passes, Like The Dew At Morn; The True Endures, For Ages Yet Unborn.

Faust: Who Holds The Devil, Let Him Hold Him Well, He Hardly Will Be Caught A Second Time.

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.

If You've Never Eaten While Crying You Don T Know What Life Tastes Like.

Voluntary Dependence Is The Wonderful Form Of Existence, And How Could That Be Possible Without Love?

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

Love, Whose Power Youth Feels, Is Not Suitable For The Elderly, Just As Little As Anything That Presupposes Productivity. It Is Rare That Productivity Lasts Through The Years.

Progress Has Not Followed A Straight Ascending Line, But A Spiral With Rhythms Of Progress And Retrogression, Of Evolution And Dissolution.

A Word Spoken Is A Terrible Thing When It Suddenly Utters What The Heart Has Long Allowed.

The Way You See People Is The Way You Treat Them, And The Way You Treat Them Is What They Become.

Who Is The Wisest Man? He Who Neither Knows Or Wishes For Anything Else Than What Happens.

Any Trifle Is Enough To Entertain Two Lovers.

One Must Be Something To Be Able To Do Something.

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Man Supposes That He Directs His Life And Governs His Actions, When His Existence Is Irretrievably Under The Control Of Destiny

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.

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

If We Could Do Away With Death, We Wouldn't Object; To Do Away With Capital Punishment Will Be More Difficult. Were That To Happen, We Would Reinstate It From Time To Time.

Stones Are Mute Teachers; They Silence The Observer, And The Most Valuable Lesson We Learn From Them We Cannot Communicate.

Whatever Liberates Our Spirit, Without Also Giving Us Mastery Over Ourselves, Is Destructive.

It Is A Great Pleasure To Transport One's-self Into The Spirit Of The Times; To See How A Wise Man Has Thought Before Us, And To What A Glorious Height We Have At Last Carried It.

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

Our Friends Show Us What We Can Do; Our Enemies Teach Us What We Must Do.

The Proper Place For Liberality Is In The Realm Of The Emotions.

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.

The Mortal Race Is Far Too Weak Not To Grow Dizzy On Unwonted Brights. [ger., Das Sterbliche Geschlecht Ist Viel Zu Schwach In Ungewohnter Hohe Nicht Zu Schwindeln.]

Divide And Rule, The Politician Cries; Unite And Lead, Is Watchword Of The Wise.

The World Is For Thousands A Freak Show; The Images Flicker Past And Vanish; The Impressions Remain Flat And Unconnected In The Soul. Thus They Are Easily Led By The Opinions Of Others, Are Content To Let Their Impressions Be Shuffled And Rearranged And Evaluated Differently.

No One Would Talk Much In Society If They Knew How Often They Misunderstood Others.

Everything That We Call Invention Or Discovery In The Higher Sense Of The Word Is The Serious Exercise And Activity Of An Original Feeling For Truth, Which, After A Long Course Of Silent Cultivation, Suddenly Flashes Out Into Fruitful Knowledge.

The True, Prescriptive Artist Strives After Artistic Truth; The Lawless Artist, Following Blind Instinct, After An Appearance Of Naturalness. The One Leads To The Highest Peaks Of Art, The Other To Its Lowest Depths.

Man Believes Himself Always Greater Than He Is, And Is Esteemed Less Than He Is Worth.

Being Brilliant Is No Great Feat If You Respect Nothing.

The Eternal Feminine Draws Us On High.

Then To The Depths! - I Could As Well Say Height: It's All The Same.

There Is Nothing Worth Thinking But It Has Been Thought Before; We Must Only Try To Think It Again.

I Reverence The Individual Who Understands Distinctly What He Wishes; Who Unweariedly Advances, Who Knows The Means Conducive To His Object, And Can Seize And Use Them.

Belief Is Not The Beginning Of Knowledge - It Is The End.

The Art Of Governing Is A Great Metier, Requiring The Whole Man, And It Is Therefore Not Well For A Ruler To Have Too Strong Tendencies For Other Affairs.

The Mind Is Found Most Acute And Most Uneasy In The Morning. Uneasiness Is, Indeed, A Species Of Sagacity - A Passive Sagacity. Fools Are Never Uneasy.

Live Dangerously And You Live Right.

In Art, To Express The Infinite One Should Suggest Infinitely More Than Is Expressed.

Who Is The Happiest Man? He Who Is Alive To The Merit Of Others, And Can Rejoice In Their Enjoyment As If It Were His Own.

Method Will Teach You To Win Time.

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

A Man May Twist As He Pleases, And Do What He Pleases, But He Inevitably Comes Back To The Track To Which Nature Has Destined Him.

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

The Day Is Committed To Error And Floundering; Success And Achievement Are Matters Of Long Range.

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