Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done,
Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.

Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done,
Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.

Nature is beneficent. I praise her and all her works. She is silent and wise. She is cunning, but for read more

Nature is beneficent. I praise her and all her works. She is silent and wise. She is cunning, but for good ends. She has brought me here and will also lead me away. She may scold me, but she will not hate her work. I trust her.

The mortal race is far too weak not to grow dizzy on unwonted
brights.
[Ger., Das sterbliche Geschlecht read more

The mortal race is far too weak not to grow dizzy on unwonted
brights.
[Ger., Das sterbliche Geschlecht ist viel zu schwach
In ungewohnter Hohe nicht zu schwindeln.]

Properly speaking, such work is never finished; one must declare
it so when, according to time and circumstances, one read more

Properly speaking, such work is never finished; one must declare
it so when, according to time and circumstances, one has done
one's best.
[Ger., So eine Arbeit wird eigentlich nie fertig; man muss sie
fur fertig erklaren, wenn man nach Zeit und Umstand das
Moglichste getan hat.]

Where there are no women there are no good manners

Where there are no women there are no good manners