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
Girls we love for what they are; men for what they promise to be.
Men show their character in nothing more clearly than by what they think laughable.
The phrases men are accustomed to repeat incessantly, end by becoming convictions and ossify the organs of intelligence
I respect the man who knows distinctly what he wishes. The greater part of all mischief in the world arises from the fact that men do not sufficiently understand their own aims. They have undertaken to build a tower, and spend no more labor on the foundation than would be necessary to erect a hut.
The destiny of any nation at any given time depends on the opinions of its young men under five-and-twenty
It is natural to man to regard himself as the object of the creation, and to think of all things in relation to himself, and the degree in which they can serve and be useful to him.
It matters little whether a man be mathematically or philologically or artistically cultivated, so he be but cultivated.
Reasonable men are the best dictionaries of conversation.
Man cannot persist long in a conscious state, he must throw himself back into the unconscious, for his root lives there.
Man believes himself always greater than he is, and is esteemed less than he is worth.
A man's errors are what make him amiable.
There are men who never err, because they never propose anything rational.
Man supposes that he directs his life and governs his actions, when his existence is irretrievably under the control of destiny
The man who acts never has any conscience; no one has any conscience but the man who thinks