Maxioms by Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
In the twilight of morning to climb to the top of the mountain,--
Thee to salute, kindly star, earliest read more
In the twilight of morning to climb to the top of the mountain,--
Thee to salute, kindly star, earliest herald of day,--
And to await, with impatience, the gaze of the ruler of heaven.--
Youthful delight, oh, how oft lur'st thou me out in the night.
It is not doing the thing we like to do, but liking the thing we have to do, that makes read more
It is not doing the thing we like to do, but liking the thing we have to do, that makes life blessed.
He is the happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home
He is the happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home
Some mute, inglorious Milton here may rest.
Some mute, inglorious Milton here may rest.
A good man, through obscurest aspirations
Has still an instinct of the one true way.
[Ger., Ein read more
A good man, through obscurest aspirations
Has still an instinct of the one true way.
[Ger., Ein guter Mensch, in seinem dunkeln Drange,
Ist sich des rechten Weges sohl bewusst.]
