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
Patriotism ruins history.
A leaf that is destined to grow large is full of grooves and wrinkles at the start. Now if one has no patience and wants it smooth offhand like a willow leaf, there is trouble ahead.
There is no trifling with nature; it is always true, grave, and severe; it is always in the light, and the faults and errors fall to our share. It defies incompetency, but reveals its secrets to the competent, the truthful, and the pure.
Nature goes on her way, and all that to us seems an exception is really according to order.
The effects of good music are not just because it's new; on the contrary music strikes us more the more familiar we are with it.
It is one of Heaven's best gifts to hold such a dear creature in one's arms.
Sing it not in mournful numbers.
My worthy friend, gray are all theories And green alone Life's golden tree.
The fine emotions whence our lives we mold Lie in the earthly tumult dumb and cold.
What we do not understand we do not possess.
Belief is not the beginning of knowledge - it is the end.
Yet here I stand poor fool what more, not one wit wiser than before.
We always hope, and in all things it is better to hope than to despair.
Whatever is the object of a saint's hope is the subject of his prayer.