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
Self-love exaggerates our faults as well as our virtues.
The destiny of any nation at any given time depends on the opinion of its young people, those under twenty-five.
He is the happiest man who can see the connection between the end and the beginning of life.
To quit smoking, you must first want to quit, but then you must also do the quitting
Painting and tattooing the body is a return to animalism.
There are people who make no mistakes because they never wish to do anything worth doing.
People are always talking about originality; but what do they mean? As soon as we are born, the world begins to work upon us; and this goes on to the end. And after all, what can we call our own, except energy, strength, and will? If I could give an account of all that I owe to great predecessors and contemporaries, there would be but a small balance in my favor.
If man thinks about his physical or moral state he usually discovers that he is ill.
If we meet someone who owes us a debt of gratitude, we remember the fact at once. How often we can meet someone to whom we owe a debt of gratitude without thinking about it at all!
There is no patriotic art and no patriotic science.
Not art and science only, but patience will be required for the work.
Over all the mountain tops is peace. In all treetops you perceive scarcely a breath. The little birds in the forest are silent. Wait then; soon, you too, will have peace.
Beauty is a primeval phenomenon, which itself never makes its appearance, but the reflection of which is visible in a thousand different utterances of the creative mind, and is as various as nature herself.
The greatest act of faith takes place when a man finally decides that he is not God.