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
To a valet no man is a hero.
Every man bears something within him that, if it were publicly announced, would excite feelings of aversion.
A good man, through obscurest aspirations Has still an instinct of the one true way.
Gifts come from above in their own peculiar forms.
Presents at once? That's good. He is sure to succeed.
We are forced to participate in the games of life before we can possibly learn how to use the options in the rules governing them.
All understanding begins in wonder!
Nature has neither core nor skin: she’s both at once outside and in.
Thought expands, but paralyzes; action animates, but narrows.
As beauteous is the world, and many a joy Floats through its wide dominion. But, alas, When we would seize the winged good, it flies.
And step by step, along the path of life, There's nothing true but Heaven.
Smoothly and lightly the golden seed by the furrow is covered.
A plant is like a self-willed man, out of whom we can obtain all which we desire, if we will only treat him his own way.
Happy the man who early learns the wide chasm that lies between his wishes and his powers.