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You Will Find The Most Pronounced Hatred Of Other Nations On The Lowest Cultural Levels. There Is, Though, A Level Where The Hatred Disappears Completely And Where One So To Speak Stands Above The Nations And Where One Experiences Fortune Or Misfortune Of A Neighboring Country As If They Had Happened To One's Own.

-Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

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You Will Find The Most Pronounced Hatred Of Other Nations On The Lowest Cultural Levels. There Is, Though, A Level Where The Hatred Disappears Completely And Where One So To Speak Stands Above The Nations And Where One Experiences Fortune Or Misfortune Of A Neighboring Country As If They Had Happened To One's Own.

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

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The Mob Has Nothing To Lose, Everything To Gain.

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Life Is Too Short To Drink Bad Wine.

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In Politics As On A Sickbed Men Toss From Side To Side In Hope Of Lying More Comfortably.

The Senses Do Not Deceive Us, But The Judgment Does.

The History Of Mankind Is His Character.

Certain Faults Are Necessary To The Individual If He Is To Exist.

It Is The Great Triumph Of Genius To Make The Common Appear Novel.

What Government Is The Best? That Which Teaches Us To Govern Ourselves. [ger., Welche Regierung Die Beste Sei? Diejenige Die Uns Lehrt Uns Selbst Zu Regieren.]

The Assault Of Our Enemies Is Not Part Of Our Life; It Is Only Part Of Our Experience; We Throw It Off And Guard Ourselves Against It As Against Frost, Storm, Rain, Hail, Or Any Other Of The External Evils Which May Be Expected To Happen.

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

That Which Is Eternal In Woman Lifts Us Above.

It Is Better To Do The Smallest Thing In The World Than To Hold Half An Hour To Be Too Small A Thing.

Whoever Would Understand The Poet Must Go Into The Poet's Country. [ger., Wer Den Dichter Will Verstehen Muss In Dichters Lande Gehen.]

He Who Is Resolute Conquers Grief.

One Must Be Something, In Order To Do Something.

Love Of Truth Shows Itself In This, That A Man Knows How To Find And Value The Good In Everything.

What By A Straight Path Cannot Be Reached By Crooked Ways Is Never Won.

Is Not The Core Of Nature In The Heart Of Man?

A Noble Person Attracts Noble People, And Knows How To Hold On To Them.

Why Should We Not Recognize In The Lightning, The Thunder, And The Storm Wind, The Approach Of An Overwhelming Power, And In The Scent Of Flowers And The Gently Rustling Zephyr The Presence Of A Being Full Of Love?

There Is Nothing More Frightful Than An Active Ignorance. [ger., Es Ist Nichts Schrecklicher Als Eine Thatige Unwissenheit.]

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

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.

It Is Not Enough To Have Knowledge; One Must Apply It. It Is Not Enough To Have Wishes; One Must Also Accomplish It.

Only The Heart Without A Stain Knows Perfect Ease. [ger., Ganz Unbefleckt Geniesst Sich Nur Das Herz.]

God Made Man Simple, But How He Changed And Got Complicated Is Hard To Say.

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

It Is Natural To Man To Regard Himself As The Object Of The Creation, And To Think Of All Things In Relation To Himself, And The Degree In Which They Can Serve And Be Useful To Him.

Hypotheses Are The Scaffolds Which Are Erected In Front Of A Building And Removedd When The Building Is Completed. They Are Indispensable To The Worker; But The Worker Must Not Mistake The Scaffolding For The Building.

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.

If You Have A Great Work In Your Head, Nothing Else Thrives Near It; All Other Thoughts Are Repelled, And The Pleasure Of Life Itself Is For The Time Lost.

The Greatest Act Of Faith Takes Place When A Man Finally Decides That He Is Not God.

Life Is The Childhood Of Our Immortality.

Originality Provokes Originality.

Great Thoughts And A Pure Heart, That Is What We Should Ask From God.

What Is Fruitful Alone Is True.

True Happiness Springs From Moderation. [ger., Aus Massigkeit Entspringt Ein Reines Gluck.]

There Is No Past We Can Bring Back By Longing For It. There Is Only An Eternal Now That Builds And Creates Out Of The Past Something New And Better.

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

Light Has Called Forth One Organ To Become Its Like, And Thus The Eye Is Formed By The Light And For The Light So That The Inner Light May Emerge To Meet The Outer Light.

To Live Within Limits. To Want One Thing. Or A Few Things Very Much And Love Them Dearly. Cling To Them, Survey Them From Every Angle. Become One With Them - That Is What Makes The Poet, The Artist, The Human Being.

Never Let A Day Pass Without Looking At Some Perfect Work Of Art, Hearing Some Great Piece Of Music And Reading, In Part, Some Great Book.

A Person Places Themselves On A Level With The Ones They Praise.

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.

Whatever We May Say Against Collections, Which Present Authors In A Disjointed Form, They Nevertheless Bring About Many Excellent Results. We Are Not Always So Composed, So Full Of Wisdom, That We Are Able To Take In At Once The Whole Scope Of A Work According To Its Merits. Do We Not Mark In A Book Passages Which Seem To Have A Direct Reference To Ourselves? Young People Especially, Who Have Failed In Acquiring A Complete Cultivation Of Mind, Are Roused In A Praiseworthy Way By Brilliant Passages.

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.

Talent Develops In Quiet, Alone; Character Is Sharpened In The Torrent Of The World.

We Often Feel That We Lack Something, And Seem To See That Very Quality In Someone Else, Promptly Attributing All Our Own Qualities To Him Too, And A Kind Of Ideal Contentment As Well. And So The Happy Mortal Is A Model Of Complete Perfection--which We Have Ourselves Created.

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

Happiness Is A Ball After Which We Run Wherever It Rolls, And We Push It With Our Feet When It Stops.

If You Inquire What People Are Like Here, I Must Answer, "the Same As Everywhere."

Habit Is The Most Imperious Of All Masters.

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

Everything We Do Has A Result. But That Which Is Right And Prudent Does Not Always Lead To Good, Nor The Contrary To What Is Bad.

If In The Infinite You Want To Stride, Just Walk In The Finite To Every Side.

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

When Young, One Is Confident To Be Able To Build Palaces For Mankind, But When The Time Comes One Has One's Hands Full Just To Be Able To Remove Their Trash.

Being Brilliant Is No Great Feat If You Respect Nothing.

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

When Ideas Fail, Words Come In Very Handy.

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!

I Have, Alas! Philosophy, Medicine, Jurisprudence Too, And To My Cost Theology, With Ardent Labor, Studied Through. And Here I Stand, With All My Lore, Poor Fool, No Wiser Than Before.

Most Pioneers Are At The Mercy Of Doubt At The Beginning, Whether Of Their Worth, Of Their Theories, Or Of The Whole Enigmatic Field In Which They Labour.

In Every Artist There Is A Touch Of Audacity Without Which No Talent Is Conceivable.

Whoever, In Middle Age, Attempts To Realize The Wishes And Hopes Of His Early Youth, Invariably Deceives Himself. Each Ten Years Of A Man's Life Has Its Own Fortunes, Its Own Hopes, Its Own Desires.

If I Love You, What Business Is It Of Yours?

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

Every Idea Appears At First As A Strange Visitor, And When It Begins To Be Realized, It Is Hardly Distinguishable From Fantasy.

Music, In The Best Sense, Does Not Require Novelty; Nay, The Older It Is, And The More We Are Accustomed To It, The Greater Its Effect.

What A Torment It Is To See So Much Loveliness Passing And Repassing Before Us, And Yet Not Dare To Lay Hold Of It!

Hatred Is Something Peculiar. You Will Always Find It Strongest And Most Violent Where There Is The Lowest Degree Of Culture.

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!

As For Solitude, I Cannot Understand How Certain People Seek To Lay Claim To Intellectual Stature, Nobility Of Soul And Strength Of Character, Yet Have Not The Slightest Feeling For Seclusion; For Solitude, I Maintain, When Joined With A Quiet Contemplation Of Nature, A Serene And Conscious Faith In Creation And The Creator, And A Few Vexations From Outside Is The Only School For A Mind Of Lofty Endowment.

We Lay Aside Letters Never To Read Them Again, And At Last We Destroy Them Out Discretion, And So Disappears The Most Immediate Breath Of Life, Irrecoverably For Ourselves And For Others.

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.

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

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

Everything In The World May Be Endured, Except Only A Succession Of Prosperous Days. [ger., Alles In Der Welt Lasst Sich Ertragen, Nur Nicht Eine Reihe Von Schonen Tagen.]

A Vi'let On The Meadow Grew, That No One Saw, That No One Knew, It Was A Modest Flower. A Shepherdess Pass'd By That Way-- Light Footed, Pretty And So Gay; That Way She Came, Softly Warbling Forth Her Lay.

What Is Part Of You, You Cannot Get Rid Of, Even If You Were To Throw It Away.

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

Our Virtues And View Spring From One Root.

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