Everything which is properly business we must keep carefully separate from life. Business requires earnestness and method; life must have a freed handling. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe More Quotes by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe More Quotes From Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Whatever you cannot understand, you cannot possess. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe understanding-and-love understanding literature Piety is not a goal but a means to attain through the purest peace of mind the highest culture. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe goal mind mean Precaution is better than cure. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe precaution cures safety I wait for the morning of my tears Johann Wolfgang von Goethe tears waiting morning The affairs of the world are no more than so much trickery, and a man who toils for money or honour or whatever else in deference to the wishes of others, rather than because his own desire or needs lead him to do so, will always be a fool. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe wish desire men The heights charm us, but the steps do not; with the mountain in our view we love to walk the plains. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe motivational love romantic Do not hurry; do not rest. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe inspirational We all of us live upon the past, and through the past we are destroyed. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe destroyed history past Rest not Life is sweeping by go and dare before you die. Something mighty and sublime, leave behind to conquer time. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe conquer sublime life-is I have, alas! Philosophy, Medicine, Jurisprudence too, And to my cost Theology, With ardent labor, studied through. And here I stand, with all my lore, Poor fool, no wiser than before. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe medicine cost philosophy There is no past we can bring back by longing for it. There is only an eternal now that builds and creates out of the past something new and better. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe longing something-new past Beware of her fair hair, for she excels All women in the magic of her locks; And when she winds them round a young man's neck, She will not ever set him free again. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe hair wind men I nothing had, and yet enough for youth--Joy in Illusion, ardent thirst for Truth. Give unrestrained, the old emotion, The bliss that touched the verge of pain, The strength of Hate, Love's deep devotion,--O, give me back my youth again! Johann Wolfgang von Goethe pain hate giving When I consider the narrow limits within which our active and inquiring faculties are confined; when I see how all our energies are wasted in providing for mere necessities, which again have no further end than to prolong a wretched existence; and then that all our satisfaction concerning certain subjects of investigation ends in nothing better than a passive resignation... when I consider all this... I am silent. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe inquiring limits satisfaction When she sees the leaves fall, they raise no other idea in her mind than that winter is approaching. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe winter ideas fall And I like those authors best whose scenes describe my own situation in life-- and the friends who are about me whose stories touch me with interest, from resembling my own homely existence. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe situations-in-life scene stories My days are as happy as those reserved by God for his elect; and whatever be my fate hereafter, I can never say that I have not tasted joy— the purest joy of life. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe hereafter fate joy Would you require a wretched being, whose life is slowly wasting under a lingering disease, to despatch himself at once by the stroke of a dagger? Does not the very disorder which consumes his strength deprive him of the courage to effect his deliverance? Johann Wolfgang von Goethe daggers disease doe I am amazed to see how deliberately I have entangled myself step by step. To have seen my position so clearly, and yet to have acted so like a child! Johann Wolfgang von Goethe amazed steps children The suffering may be moral or physical; and in my opinion it is just as absurd to call a man a coward who destroys himself, as to call a man a coward who dies of a malignant fever. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe coward suffering men
