Johann Wolfgang von Goethe ( 10 of 179 )
Divide and command, a wise maxim;
Unite and guide, a better.
[Ger., Entzwei' und gebiete! Tuchtig Wort,
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Divide and command, a wise maxim;
Unite and guide, a better.
[Ger., Entzwei' und gebiete! Tuchtig Wort,
Verein' und leite! Bess'rer Hort.]
We are never deceived, we deceive ourselves.
[Ger., Man wird betrogen, man betrugt sich selbst.]
We are never deceived, we deceive ourselves.
[Ger., Man wird betrogen, man betrugt sich selbst.]
Who never ate his bread in sorrow,
Who never spent the darksome hours
Weeping, and watching for read more
Who never ate his bread in sorrow,
Who never spent the darksome hours
Weeping, and watching for the morrow,--
He knows ye not, ye gloomy Powers.
[Ger., Wer nie sein Brod mit Thranen ass,
Wer nicht die kummervollen Nachte
Auf seinem Bette weinend sass,
Der kennt euch nicht, ihr himmlischen Machte.]
Someday perhaps the inner light will shine forth from us, and then we'll need no other light.
Someday perhaps the inner light will shine forth from us, and then we'll need no other light.
A man does not mind being blamed for his faults, and being punished for them, and he patiently suffers much read more
A man does not mind being blamed for his faults, and being punished for them, and he patiently suffers much for them; but he becomes impatient if he is required to give them up
Behavior is a mirror in which every one displays his own image
Behavior is a mirror in which every one displays his own image
Science and art belong to the whole world, and before them vanish
the barriers of nationality.
[Ger., Wissenschaft read more
Science and art belong to the whole world, and before them vanish
the barriers of nationality.
[Ger., Wissenschaft und Kunst gehoren der Welt an, und vor ihhen
verschwinden die Schranken der Nationalitat.]
To a valet no man is a hero.
[Ger., Es gibt fur den Kammerdiener keiner Helden.]
To a valet no man is a hero.
[Ger., Es gibt fur den Kammerdiener keiner Helden.]
A vi'let on the meadow grew,
That no one saw, that no one knew,
It was a read more
A vi'let on the meadow grew,
That no one saw, that no one knew,
It was a modest flower.
A shepherdess pass'd by that way--
Light footed, pretty and so gay;
That way she came,
Softly warbling forth her lay.
For to give is the business of the rich.
[Lat., Denn Geben ist Sache des Reichen.]
For to give is the business of the rich.
[Lat., Denn Geben ist Sache des Reichen.]
