Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Birth: August 28, 1749 - Death March 22, 1832
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (/ˈɡɜːrtə/; German: ( listen); 28 August 1749 – 22 March 1832) was a German writer and statesman. His works include four novels; epic and lyric poetry; prose and verse dramas; memoirs; an autobiography; literary and aesthetic criticism; and treatises on botany, anatomy, and colour. In addition, there are numerous literary and scientific fragments, more than 10,000 letters, and nearly 3,000 drawings by him extant.
Correction does much, but encouragement does more.
If I love you, what business is it of yours?
I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing.
You can’t, if you can’t feel it, if it never Rises from the soul, and sways The heart of every single hearer, With deepest power, in simple ways. You’ll sit forever, gluing things together, Cooking up a stew from other’s scraps, Blowing on a miserable fire, Made from your heap of dying ash. Let apes and children praise your art, If their admiration’s to your taste, But you’ll never speak from heart to heart, Unless it rises up from your heart’s space.
This is the true measure of love: when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will ever love in the same way after us.
It’s true that nothing in this world makes us so necessary to others as the affection we have for them.
As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live.
There is nothing more frightful than ignorance in action.
If you’ve never eaten while crying you don t know what life tastes like.
Life belongs to the living, and he who lives must be prepared for changes.
If you would create something, you must be something.
He who moves not forward, goes backward.