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
Whatever you can do or dream, begin it.
Hell begins the day that God grants you the vision to see all that you could have done, should have done, and would have done, but did not do.
Nine requisites for contented living: Health enough to make work a pleasure. Wealth enough to support your needs. Strength to battle with difficulties and overcome them. Grace enough to confess your sins and forsake them. Patience enough to toil until some good is accomplished. Charity enough to see some good in your neighbor. Love enough to move you to be useful and helpful to others. Faith enough to make real the things of God. Hope enough to remove all anxious fears concerning the future.
All truly wise thoughts have been thought already thousands of times; but to make them truly ours, we must think them over again honestly, until they take root in our personal experience.
Choose well. Your choice is brief, and yet endless.
A useless life is an early death. [Ger., Ein unnutz Leben ist ein fruher Tod.]
Look at a man the way he is and he only becomes worse, but look at him as if he were what he could be, then he becomes what he should be.
As our inclinations, so our opinions.
True happiness springs from moderation.
Wisdom is found only in truth.
To think is easy. To act is hard. But the hardest thing in the world is to act in accordance with your thinking.
He is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.
Nothing is worse than active ignorance.
Nothing is more disgusting than the majority: because it consists of a few powerful predecessors, of rogues who adapt themselves, of weak who assimilate themselves, and the masses who imitate without knowing at all what they want.