586 ordspråk av Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
More light!
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Mountains cannot be surmounted except by winding paths.
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My peace is gone, my heart is heavy.
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My poor head is in such a whirl, my mind is all in bits.
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Mysteries are not necessarily miracles.
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Napoleon affords us an example of the danger of elevating one's self to the absolute, and sacrificing everything to the carrying out of an idea.
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Napoleon for the sake of a good name broke in pieces half the world.
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National literature no longer means very much, the age of world literature is due.
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Nature alone is illimitably rich, and Nature alone forms the great artist.
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Nature goes her own way and all that to us seems an exception is really according to order.
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Nature has neither kernel nor shell; she is everything at once
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Nature is beneficent. I praise her and all her works. She is silent and wise. She is cunning, but for good ends. She has brought me here and will also lead me away. She may scold me, but she will not hate her work. I trust her.
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Nature knows no pause in progress and development, and attaches her curse on all inaction
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Nature understands no jesting. She is always true, always serious, always severe. She is always right, and the errors are always those of man.
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Never by reflection, but only by doing is self-knowledge possible to one.
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