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Would You Require A Wretched Being, Whose Life Is Slowly Wasting Under A Lingering Disease, To Despatch Himself At Once By The Stroke Of A Dagger? Does Not The Very Disorder Which Consumes His Strength Deprive Him Of The Courage To Effect His Deliverance?

-Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

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Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

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Would You Require A Wretched Being, Whose Life Is Slowly Wasting Under A Lingering Disease, To Despatch Himself At Once By The Stroke Of A Dagger? Does Not The Very Disorder Which Consumes His Strength Deprive Him Of The Courage To Effect His Deliverance?

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

Every Individual Who Is Not Creative Has A Negative, Narrow, Exclusive Taste And Succeeds In Depriving Creative Being Of Its Energy And Life.

You Can Put Up With Everything In This World Except Not With A Long Stretch Of Beautiful Days.

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Night Is The Other Half Of Life, And The Better Half.

By The Artist's Seizing Any One Object From Nature, That Object No Longer Is Part Of Nature. One Can Go So Far As To Say That Theartist Creates The Object In That Very Moment By Emphasizing Its Significant, Characteristic, And Interesting Aspects Or, Rather, By Adding The Higher Values.

A Man Avails Himself Of The Truth So Long As It Is Serviceable; But He Seizes On What Is False With A Passionate Eloquence As Soon As He Can Make A Momentary Use Of It.

Give Me The Benefit Of Your Convictions, If You Have Any; But Keep Your Doubts To Yourself, For I Have Enough Of My Own.

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

It Is As Certain As It Is Strange That Truth And Error Come From One And The Same Source. Thus It Is That We Are Often Not At Liberty To Do Violence To Error, Because At The Same Time We Do Violence To Truth.

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.

No Limit, No Definition, May Restrict The Range Or Depth Of The Human Spirit's Passage Into Its Own Secrets Or The World's.

The Wealth That Cannot Be Administered Is A Burden.

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A Distracted Existence Leads Us To No Goal

He Who Serves The Public Is A Poor Animal; He Worries Himself To Death And No One Thanks Him For It.

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Aptitudes Are Assumed, They Should Become Accomplishments. That Is The Purpose Of All Education.

Live Dangerously And You Live Right.

Mastery Is Often Taken For Egotism.

But Who Will Dare To Speak The Truth Out Clear? The Few Who Anything Of Truth Have Learned, And Foolishly Did Not Keep Truth Concealed, Their Thoughts And Visions To The Common Herd Revealed, Since Time Began We've Crucified And Burned

Sowing Is Not As Difficult As Reaping.

Tolerance Should Really Only Be A Passing Attitude: It Should Lead To Appreciation. To Tolerate Is To Offend.

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Hope Is The Second Soul Of The Unhappy.

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

Writing Is Busy Idleness.

For A Brave Man Deserves A Well-endowed Girl. [ger., Denn Ein Wackerer Mann Verdient Ein Begutertes Madchen.]

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A Mathematician Is Only Perfect Insofar As He Is A Perfect Man, Sensitive To The Beauty Of Truth.

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What Chance Gathers, She Easily Scatters. A Great Person Attracts Great People And Knows How To Hold Them Together.

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

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How Many Kings Are Governed By Their Ministers, How Many Ministers By Their Secretaries? Who, In Such Cases, Is Really The Chief?

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.

If You Have Science And Art, You Also Have Religion; But If You Don't Have Them, You Better Have Religion.

To Act Is Easy, To Think Is Hard; To Act According To Our Thought Is Troublesome.

That Is The Way Of Youth And Life In General: That We Do Not Understand The Strategy Until After The Campaign Is Over.

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

War Is In Truth A Disease In Which The Juices That Serve Health And Maintenance Are Used For The Sole Purpose Of Nourishing Something Foreign, Something At Odds With Nature.

Whoever Strenuously Endeavors, Him We Can Rescue.

One Ought, Everyday, To Hear A Song, Read A Fine Poem, And, If Possible, To Speak A Few Reasonable Words.

Fret Not Over The Irretrievable, But Ever Act As If Thy Life Were Just Begun.

Hold Your Powers Together For Something Good And Let Everything Go That Is For You Without Result And Is Not Suited To You.

Action Has Magic, Grace And Power In It.

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!

Where A Man Has A Passion For Meditating Without The Capacity Of Thinking, A Particular Idea Fixes Itself Fast, And Soon Creates A Mental Disease.

Man's Highest Merit Always Is, As Much As Possible, To Rule External Circumstances And As Little As Possible To Let Himself Be Ruled By Them.

One Must Ask Children And Birds How Cherries And Strawberries Taste.

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

There Is Nothing More Fearful Than Imagination Without Taste. [ger., Es Ist Nichts Furchterlicher Als Einbildungskraft Ohne Geschmack.]

The Work Of Art May Have A Moral Effect, But To Demand Moral Purpose From The Artist Is To Make Him Ruin His Work.

Some Of Our Weaknesses Are Born In Us, Others Are The Result Of Education; It Is A Question Which Of The Two Gives Us Most Trouble.

Superstition Is The Poetry Of Life.

Whatever Is The Object Of A Saint's Hope Is The Subject Of His Prayer.

When Toward The Devil's Hose We Tread, Woman's A Thousand Steps Behind. [ger., Denn Geht Es Zu Des Bosen Haus Das Weib Hat Tausend Schritt Voraus.]

None Are So Hopelessly Enslaved, As Those Who Falsely Believe They Are Free. The Truth Has Been Kept From The Depth Of Their Minds By Masters Who Rule Them With Lies. They Feed Them On Falsehoods Till Wrong Looks Like Right In Their Eyes.

Thus I Reel From Desire To Fulfillment And In Fulfillment Languish For Desire.

Energy Will Do Anything That Can Be Done In The World; And No Talents, No Circumstances, No Opportunities Will Make A Two-legged Animal A Man Without It.

The Affairs Of The World Are No More Than So Much Trickery, And A Man Who Toils For Money Or Honour Or Whatever Else In Deference To The Wishes Of Others, Rather Than Because His Own Desire Or Needs Lead Him To Do So, Will Always Be A Fool.

Precaution Is Better Than Cure.

Everyone Only Hears What He Understands.

We Are The Slaves Of Objects Around Us, And Appear Little Or Important According As These Contract Or Give Us Room To Expand.

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.

True Works Of Art Are A Manifestation Of The Higher Laws Of Nature.

I Let Everyone Follow His Own Bent, That I May Be Free To Follow Mine.

One Can Stand Anything Except A Succession Of Ordinary Days

As Soon As You Are In A Social Setting, You Better Take Away The Key To The Lock Of Your Heart And Pocket It; Those Who Leave Thekey In The Lock Are Fools.

Every Day We Should Hear At Least One Little Song, Read One Good Poem, See One Exquisite Picture, And, If Possible, Speak A Few Sensible Words.

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

First Let A Man Teach Himself, And Then He Will Be Taught By Others.

One Is Led Astray Alike By Sympathy And Coldness, By Praise And By Blame

I Can Promise To Be Sincere, But I Cannot Promise To Be Impartial.

I Will Say With Lorenzo De Medici That Those Who Do Not Hope For Another Life Are Always Dead To This One.

The Spirit From Which We Act Is The Principal Matter.

The Misfortune In The State Is, That Nobody Can Enjoy Life In Peace, But That Everybody Must Govern; And In Art, That Nobody Will Enjoy What Has Been Produced, But That Every One Wants To Reproduce On His Own Account.

We Are Shaped And Fashioned By What We Love

Music Is Liquid Architecture; Architecture Is Frozen Music.

Religion Is Not In Want Of Art; It Rests On Its Own Majesty.

I Hate Everything That Merely Instructs Me Without Augmenting Or Directly Invigorating My Activity.

We Find From Experience That Yellow Excites A Warm And Agreeable Impression.... The Eye Is Gladdened, The Heart Expanded And Cheered, A Glow Seems At Once To Breathe Toward Us.

At Bottom, No Real Object Is Unpoetical, If The Poet Knows How To Use It Properly.

We Can Really Respect A Man Only If He Doesn't Always Look Out For Himself.

To Understand One Thing Well Is Better Than Understanding Many Things By Halves.

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

How Many Years You Have To Keep On Doing, Until You Know What To Do And How To Do!

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.

New Inventions Can And Will Be Made; However, Nothing New Can Be Thought Of That Concerns Moral Man. Everything Has Already Been Thought And Said Which At Best We Can Express In Different Forms And Give New Expressions To.

Noble Be Man, Helpful And Good!

Love Grants In A Moment What Toil Can Hardly Acheive In An Age.

I Am The Spirit That Denies.

Whatever Nature Undertakes, She Can Only Accomplish It In A Sequence. She Never Makes A Leap.

Every Need Whose True Satisfaction Is Denied Leads By Necessity To Faith.

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

Nothing Is Worth More Than This Day.

There Is Nothing More Frightful Than Ignorance In Action.

With The Growth Of Knowledge Our Ideas Must From Time To Time Be Organized Afresh. The Change Takes Place Usually In Accordance With New Maxims As They Arise, But It Always Remains Provisional.

I Must Consider More Closely This Cycle Of Good And Bad Days Which I Find Coursing Within Myself. Passion, Attachment, The Urge To Action, Inventiveness, Performance, Order All Alternate And Keep Their Orbit; Cheerfulness, Vigor, Energy, Flexibility And Fatigue, Serenity As Well As Desire. Nothing Disturbs The Cycle For I Lead A Simple Life, But I Must Still Find The Time And Order In Which I Rotate.

It Is So Hard That One Cannot Really Have Confidence In Doctors And Yet Cannot Do Without Them.

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Art Is A Severe Business; Most Serious When Employed In Grand And Sacred Objects. The Artist Stands Higher Than Art, Higher Than The Object. He Uses Art For His Purposes, And Deals With The Object After His Own Fashion.

As All Nature's Thousands Changes But One Changeless God Proclaim; So In Art's Wide Kingdom Ranges One Sole Meaning Still The Same: This Is Truth, Eternal Reason, Which From Beauty Takes Its Dress, And Serene Through Time And Season Stands Aye In Loveliness.

As Soon As You Trust Yourself, You Will Know How To Live.

If We Examine Every Stage Of Our Lives, We Find That From Our First Breath To Our Last We Are Under The Constraint Of Circumstances. And Yet We Still Possess The Greatest Of All Freedoms, The Power Of Developing Our Innermost Selves In Harmony With The Moral Order Of The Universe, And So Winning Peace Of Heart Whatever Obstacles We Meet.

The Thinker Makes A Great Mistake When He Asks After Cause And Effect. They Both Together Make Up The Indivisible Phenomenon.

Energy Will Do Anything That Can Be Done In This World.

Where The Light Is Brightest, The Shadows Are Deepest.

I Have Found Among My Papers A Sheet . . . In Which I Call Architecture Frozen Music.

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.

Let There Be Truth Between Us.

When You Praise Someone You Call Yourself His Equal.

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.

Let No One Be Ashamed To Say Yes Today If Yesterday He Said No. Or To Say No Today If Yesterday He Said Yes. For That Is Life. Never To Have Changed-what A Pitiable Thing Of Which To Boast!

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