Friedrich Schiller
Friedrich Schiller
Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schillerwas a German poet, philosopher, physician, historian, and playwright. During the last seventeen years of his life, Schiller struck up a productive, if complicated, friendship with the already famous and influential Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. They frequently discussed issues concerning aesthetics, and Schiller encouraged Goethe to finish works he left as sketches. This relationship and these discussions led to a period now referred to as Weimar Classicism. They also worked together on Xenien, a collection of...
NationalityGerman
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth10 November 1759
CountryGermany
If you want to know yourself, Just look how others do it; If you want to understand others, Look into your own heart. What is life without the radiance of love?
Be noble minded! Our own heart, and not other men's opinions of us, forms our true honor.
The game of life looks cheerful when one carries a treasure safe in his heart.
The dictates of the heart are the voice of fate.
Truth exists for the wise, beauty for the feeling heart.
I follow my heart, for I can trust it.
Let him that sows the serpent's teeth not hope to reap a joyous harvest. Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, its own avenging angel,--dark misgivings at the inmost heart.
Not he who scorns the Saviour's yoke Should wear his cross upon the heart.
Fate always wins, for our own heart within us Imperiously furthers its designs.
Don't let your heart depend on things That ornament life in a fleeting way! He who possesses, let him learn to lose, He who is fortunate, let him learn pain.
Fate hath no voice but the heart's impulse.
As freely as the firmament embraces the world, so mercy must encircle friend and foe. The sun poursforth impartially his beams through all the regions of infinity; heaven bestows the dew equally on every thirsty plant. Whatever is good and comes from on high is universal and without reserve: but in the heart's recesses darkness dwells.
Whatever lives, lives to die in sorrow. We engage our hearts, and grasp after the things of this world, only to undergo the pang of losing them.
A noble heart will always capitulate to reason.