The deed is everything; the fame is nothing.
JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHEEvery situation–nay, every moment–is of infinite worth; for it is the representative of a whole eternity.
More Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Quotes
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I love those who yearn for the impossible.
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Know thyself? If I knew myself, I’d run away.
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The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains, rivers & cities; but to know someone who thinks & feels with us, & who, though distant, is close to us in spirit, this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden.
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How often do I lull my seething blood to rest, for you have never seen anything so unsteady, so uncertain, as this heart.
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A really great talent finds its happiness in execution.
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Leap and the net will appear.
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The highest goal that man can achieve is amazement.
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The human race is a monotonous affair. Most people spend the greatest part of their time working in order to live, and what little freedom remains so fills them with fear that they seek out any and every means to be rid of it.
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By seeking and blundering we learn.
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The rich want good wine, the poor, plenty of wine.
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There is nothing more frightful than ignorance in action.
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If you’ve never eaten while crying you don’t know what life tastes like.
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Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing.
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Every day I observe more and more the folly of judging of others by ourselves; and I have so much trouble with myself, and my own heart is in such constant agitation, that I am well content to let others pursue their own course, if they only allow me the same privilege.
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The suffering may be moral or physical; and in my opinion it is just as absurd to call a man a coward who destroys himself, as to call a man a coward who dies of a malignant fever.
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