Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Quotes
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Once a man's thirty, he's already old,He is indeed as good as dead.It's best to kill him right away.
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Viewed from the summit of reason, all life looks like a malignant disease and the world like a madhouse.
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The close and thoughtful observer more and more learns to recognize his limitations. He realizes that with the steady growth of knowledge more and more new problems keep on emerging.
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All perishable is but an allegory.
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If you wish to advance into the infinite, explore the finite in all directions.
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Moral epochs have their course as well as the seasons. We can no more hold them fast than we can hold sun, moon, and stars. Our faults perpetually return upon us; and herein lies the subtlest difficulty of self-knowledge.
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Even the lowliest, provided he is whole, can be happy, and in his own way, perfect.
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As beauteous is the world, and many a joy Floats through its wide dominion. But, alas, When we would seize the winged good, it flies.
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Der umgang mit frauen ist das element guter sitten.
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Beauty is a primeval phenomenon, which itself never makes its appearance, but the reflection of which is visible in a thousand different utterances of the creative mind, and is as various as nature herself.
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A king there was once reigning, Who had a goodly flea, Him loved he without feigning, As his own son were he!
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Association with women is the basis of good manners.
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The older I get the more I trust in the law according to which the rose and the lily bloom.
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My son, whoever wishes to keep a secret, must hide from us that he possesses one. Self complaisance over the concealed destroys its concealment.
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Art is a mediator of the unspeakable.
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Seeking with the soul the land of the Greeks.
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When you see some evil you proceed to immediate action, you make an immediate attack to cure the symptom.
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To know someone here or there with whom you can feel there is understanding in spite of distances or thoughts expressed That can make life a garden.
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The useful may be trusted to further itself, for many produce it and no one can do without it; but the beautiful must be specially encouraged, for few can present it, while yet all have need of it.
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Sceptics are yet the most credulous.
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What's it to you if I love you?
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O'er all the hilltopsIs quiet now,In all the treetopsHearest thouHardly a breath;The birds are asleep in the trees:Wait; soon like theseThou too shalt rest.
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With little wit and ease to suit them, They whirl in narrow circling trails, Like kittens playing with their tails.
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Piety, like nobility, has its aristocracy.