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 judge anyone harshly until you yourself have been through his experiences
There is a great difference, whether the poet seeks the particular for the sake of the general or sees the general in the particular. From the former procedure there ensues allegory, in which the particular serves only as illustration, as example of the general. The latter procedure, however, is genuinely the nature of poetry; it expresses something particular, without thinking of the general or pointing to it.
True love is love that stays constant for ever, whatever it's fortune; whether requited or scored, filled or sent empty away.
Misunderstandings and neglect create more confusion in this world than trickery and malice. At any rate, the last two are certainly much less frequent.
Plants and flowers of the commonest kind can form a pleasing diary, because nothing which calls back to us the remembrance of a happy moment can be insignificant.
If in the infinite you want to stride, Just walk in the finite to every side.
What man does not know, Or has not thought of, Wanders in the night Through the labyrinth of the mind.
I have come to the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element. It is my personal approach that creates the climate.
Children can scarcely be fashioned to meet with our likes and our purpose. Just as God did us give them, so must we hold them and love them, nurture and teach them to fullness and leave them to be what they are.
We're really up against it, we poor women: A bachelor's a hard thing to convert
If all these devils really exist it proves there must be angels, too.
Solitude is fine when you are at peace with yourself and have something definite to do.
The flowers are full of honey, but only the bee finds out the sweetness.
The world is full of contradiction.