Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

When I say to the Moment flying; 'Linger a while -- thou art so fair!' Then bind me in thy bonds undying, And my final ruin I will bear!

A useless life is an early death.

Common sense is the genius of humanity.

A plant is like a self-willed man, out of whom we can obtain all which we desire, if we will only treat him his own way.

Please send me your last pair of shoes, worn out with dancing as you mentioned in your letter, so that I might have something to press against my heart.

Man is made by his belief. As he believes, so he is.

As for solitude, I cannot understand how certain people seek to lay claim to intellectual stature, nobility of soul and strength of character, yet have not the slightest feeling for seclusion; for solitude, I maintain, when joined with a quiet contemplation of nature, a serene and conscious faith in creation and the Creator, and a few vexations from outside is the only school for a mind of lofty endowment.

The field of experience is the whole universe in all directions. Theory remains shut up within the limits of human faculties.

The works of Lavoisier and his associates operated upon many of us at that time like the Sun's rising after a night of moonshine: but Chemistry is now betrothed to the Mathematics, and is in consequence grown somewhat shy of her former admirers.

Behavior is the mirror in which everyone shows their image.

The greatest evil that can befall man is that he should come to think ill of himself.

Enjoy when you can, and endure when you must.

Treat people as if they were what they ought to be and you help them to become what they are capable of being.

If you want to make life easy, make it hard.

He who is and remains true to himself and to others has the most attractive quality of the greatest talent.

I call architecture frozen music.

Art is long, life is short; judgement difficult, opportunity transient.

If we examine every stage of our lives, we find that from our first breath to our last we are under the constraint of circumstances. And yet we still possess the greatest of all freedoms, the power of developing our innermost selves in harmony with the moral order of the universe, and so winning peace of heart whatever obstacles we meet.

The really unhappy person is the one who leaves undone what they can do, and starts doing what they don't understand; no wonder they come to grief.

The little man is still a man.

We don't get to know people when they come to us; we must go to them to find out what they are like.