Johann Kaspar Lavater
Johann Kaspar Lavater
Johann KasparLavaterwas a Swiss poet, writer, philosopher, physiognomist and theologian...
NationalityGerman
ProfessionTheologian
Date of Birth15 November 1741
CountryGermany
art honor enemy
The enemy of art is the enemy of nature; art is nothing but the highest sagacity and exertions of human nature; and what nature will he honor who honors not the human?
art men may
You may tell a man thou art a fiend, but not your nose wants blowing; to him alone who can bear a thing of that kind, you may tell all.
happiness art truth
Kiss the hand of him who can renounce what he has publicly taught, when convicted of his error; and who, with heartfelt joy, embraces the truth, though with the sacrifice of favorite opinions.
doe calm belief
All belief that does not make us more happy, more free, more loving, more active, more calm, is, I fear, a mistaken and superstitious belief.
friendship cheating-men cheat
He who purposely cheats his friend would cheat his God.
fit himself suffers
He submits to be seen through a microscope, who suffers himself to be caught in a fit of passion.
men
There are three classes of men; the retrograde, the stationary and the progressive.
finds mistrust
Mistrust the person who finds everything good, and the person who finds everything evil, and mistrust even more the person who is indifferent to everything.
action actions finds good incapable pleasure truly
He is incapable of truly good action who finds not a pleasure in contemplating the good actions of others.
yesterday today realizing
To realize that you were mistaken, is just the acknowledgement , that you are wiser today than you were yesterday.
stars night
The humblest star twinkles most in the darkest night.
desire criminals ignoble
The more unharmonious and inconsistent your objects of desire, the more inconsequent, inconstant, unquiet, the more ignoble, idiotical, and criminal yourself.
adventure destiny past
Who recollects distinctly his past adventures, knows his destiny to come.
children passion desire
A single spark of occasion discharges the child of passions into a thousand crackers of desire.