Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Johann WolfgangGoethetə/; German: ; 28 August 1749 – 22 March 1832) was a German writer and statesman. His body of work includes epic and lyric poetry written in a variety of metres and styles; prose and verse dramas; memoirs; an autobiography; literary and aesthetic criticism; treatises on botany, anatomy, and colour; and four novels. In addition, numerous literary and scientific fragments, more than 10,000 letters, and nearly 3,000 drawings by him exist...
NationalityGerman
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth28 August 1749
CountryGermany
Don't feel guilty if you don't immediately love your stepchildren as you do your own, or as much as you think you should. Everyoneneeds time to adjust to the new family, adults included. There is no such thing as an "instant parent." Actually, no concrete object lies outside of the poetic sphere as long as the poet knows how to use the object properly.
The greatest joy of a thinking man is to have searched the explored and to quietly revere the unexplored.
There is nothing in life so irrational, that good sense and chance may not set it to rights; nothing so rational, that folly and chance may not utterly confound it.
Let no one be ashamed to say yes today if yesterday he said no. Or to say no today if yesterday he said yes. For that is life. Never to have changed-what a pitiable thing of which to boast!
Beware of wishing for anything in youth, because you will get it in middle age.
Truth must be repeated again and again, because error is constantly being preached round about.
Animals, we have been told, are taught by their organs. Yes, I would add, and so are men, but men have this further advantage that they can also teach their organs in return.
The ground that a good man treads is hallowed.
The beginning of faith is the beginning of fruitfulness; but the beginning of unbelief, however glittering, is empty.
With knowledge comes more doubt.
True art can only spring from the intimate linking of the serious and the playful.
I believe in God and in nature and in the triumph of good over evil.
We all walk in mysteries. We are surrounded by an atmosphere about which we still know nothing at all.
Few men have imagination enough for reality.