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
A human being needs only a small plot of ground on which to be happy, and even less to lie beneath.
Hatred is active displeasure, envy passive. We need not wonder that envy turns to soon to hatred.
The world is so full of simpletons and madmen, that one need not seek them in a madhouse.
He is happy as well as great who needs neither to obey nor to command in order to be something.
All one needs to do is declare oneself free and one will immediately feel dependent. If you dare to declare yourself dependent, you feel independent.
One needs only to get old to become milder; I don't see anyone make a mistake I hadn't also made.
He who is plenteously provided for from within needs but little from without.
Every need whose true satisfaction is denied leads by necessity to faith.
Someday perhaps the inner light will shine forth from us, and the we'll need no other light.
Faith is like private capital, stored in one's own house. It is like a public savings bank or loan office, from which individuals receive assistance in their days of need; but here the creditor quietly takes his interest for himself.
When all is said the greatest action is to limit and isolate one's self.
I've studied now Philosophy and Jurisprudence, Medicine - and even, alas! Theology - from end to end with labor keen; and here, poor fool with all my lore I stand, no wiser than before.
I've studied now Philosophy and Jurisprudence, Medicine -- and even, alas! Theology -- from end to end with labor keen; and here, poor fool with all my lore I stand, no wiser than before.
The right man is the one that seizes the moment.