Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe Quotes - Page 2

In the colorful reflection we have what is life.

Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it!

Difficulties increase the nearer we get to the goal.

At the moment of commitment the entire universe conspires to assist you.

Truth has to be repeated constantly, because Error also is being preached all the time, and not just by a few, but by the multitude. In the Press and Encyclopaedias, in Schools and Universities, everywhere Error holds sway, feeling happy and comfortable in the knowledge of having Majority on its side.

Know thyself? If I knew myself, I'd run away.

Es ist nicht genug, zu wissen, man muß auch anwenden; es ist nicht genug, zu wollen, man muß auch tun.

Man is not born to solve the problem of the universe, but to find out what he has to do; and to restrain himself within the limits of his comprehension.

What matters creative endless toil, When, at a snatch, oblivion ends the coil?

Ohne Hast, aber ohne Rast. - Without haste, but without rest.

The way you see people is the way you treat them and the way you treat them is what they become.

All truly wise thoughts have been thought already thousands of times; but to make them truly ours, we must think them over again honestly, until they take root in our personal experience.

Age does not make us childish, as some say; it finds us true children.

A dim vastness is spread before our souls; the perceptions of our mind are as obscure as those of our vision... But alas! when we have attained our object, when the distant 'there' becomes the present 'here,' all is changed; we are as poor and circumscribed as ever, and our souls still languish for unattainable happiness.

Oh, I envy you!" he cried. "You are still nourished by yesterday's alms, but yesterday's happiness no longer nourishes me.

Wild dreams torment me as I lie. And though a god lives in my heart, though all my power waken at his word, though he can move my every inmost part - yet nothing in the outer world is stirred. thus by existence tortured and oppressed I crave for death, I long for rest.

A human being needs only a small plot of ground on which to be happy, and even less to lie beneath.

One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.

Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Willing is not enough; we must do.

Those who know nothing of foreign languages know nothing of their own.