The deed is everything; the fame is nothing.
JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHEThe deed is everything; the fame is nothing.
JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHEThe rich want good wine, the poor, plenty of wine.
JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHEWe know accurately only when we know little; doubt grows with knowledge.
JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHEThe 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.
JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHEIn happy ignorance, I sighed for a world I did not know, where I hoped to find every pleasure and enjoyment which my heart could desire; and now, on my return from that wide world, how many disappointed hopes and unsuccessful plans have I brought back!
JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHEEvery situation–nay, every moment–is of infinite worth; for it is the representative of a whole eternity.
JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHEIf I accept you as you are, I will make you worse; however, if I treat you as though you are what you are capable of becoming, I help you become that.
JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHEOn top of the world, or in the depths of despair.
JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHEOne ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.
JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHEOne never goes so far as when one doesn’t know where one is going.
JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHELife belongs to the living, and he who lives must be prepared for changes.
JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHEThe intelligent man finds everything laughable, the sensible man hardly anything.
JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHEA man sees in the world what he carries in his heart.
JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHEHow often do I lull my seething blood to rest, for you have never seen anything so unsteady, so uncertain, as this heart.
JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHEWhat is not started today is never finished tomorrow.
JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHEA word spoken is a terrible thing when it suddenly utters what the heart has long allowed.
JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE