Art is the daughter of freedom.
Friedrich SchillerRead
What reason, like the careful ant, draws laboriously together, the wind of accident sometimes collects in a moment.
Interpretation
Hard work can be undermined by random chance and unforeseen events.
In this quote, Friedrich Schiller reflects on the contrast between diligent, sustained effort represented by the ant and the unpredictable events represented by the wind of accident. It suggests that no matter how carefully we plan and work towards our goals, sudden changes or unexpected occurrences can alter the outcomes of our endeavors, reminding us of the inherent unpredictability of life.
In practice
In a motivational speech about perseverance in the face of setbacks.
Art is the daughter of freedom.
There is no such thing as chance; and what seem to us merest accident springs from the deepest source of destiny.
Who dares nothing, need hope for nothing.
While the womanly god demands our veneration, the godlike woman kindles our love; but while we allow ourselves to melt in the celestial loveliness, the celestial self-sufficiency holds us back in awe.
As noble Art has survived noble nature, so too she marches ahead of it, fashioning and awakening by her inspiration. Before Truth sends her triumphant light into the depths of the heart, imagination catches its rays, and the peaks of humanity will be glowing when humid night still lingers in the valleys.
Wise to resolve, patient to perform.
The sad and horrible conclusion is that no one cared that Jews were being murdered... This is the Jewish lesson of the Holocaust and this is the lesson which Auschwitz taught us.
I wondered whether I could find a Great Perhaps here at all or whether I had made a grand miscalculation.
What we make testifies who we are. People can sense care and can sense carelessness. This relates to respect for each other and carelessness is personally offensive.
When we have passed a certain age, the soul of the child we were and the souls of the dead from whom we have sprung come to lavish on us their riches and their spells.
I do not believe that any man fears to be dead, but only the stroke of death.
A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
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