Maxioms by 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.
As all Nature's thousands changes
But one changeless God proclaim;
So in Art's wide kingdom ranges
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As all Nature's thousands changes
But one changeless God proclaim;
So in Art's wide kingdom ranges
One sole meaning still the same:
This is Truth, eternal Reason,
Which from Beauty takes its dress,
And serene through time and season
Stands aye in loveliness.
Where there are no women there are no good manners
Where there are no women there are no good manners
Power is neither male nor female.
Power is neither male nor female.
Motivation will almost always beat mere talent.
Motivation will almost always beat mere talent.
