Culture, far from giving us freedom, only develops, as it advances, new necessities; the fetters of the physical close more tightly around us, so that the fear of loss quenches even the ardent impulse toward improvement, and the maxims of passive obedience are held to be the highest wisdom of life.
Deeper meaning resides in the fairy tales told to me in my childhood than in the truth that is taught by life.
I know that we often tremble at an empty terror; yet the false fancy brings a real misery.
Joy all creatures drink At nature's bosoms.
Love can sun the realms of night.
Heaven and earth fight in vain against a dunce!
Only through Beauty's morning-gate, dost thou penetrate the land of knowledge.
The strong man is strongest when alone.
Worthless is the nation that does not gladly stake its all on its honor.
The reason for you complaint lies, it seems to me, in the constraint which your intellect imposes upon your imagination. Here I will make an observation, and illustrate it by an allegory. Apparently, it is not good-and indeed it hinders the creative work of the mind-if the if the intellect examines too closely the ideas pouring in, as it were, at the gates.
Toil of science swells the wealth of art.
No cause has he to say his doom is harsh, who's made the master of his destiny.
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.
O that it might remain eternally green, The beautiful time of youthful love.
The dignity of man into your hands is given; Oh, keep it well, with you it sinks or lifts itself to heaven.
The brave person thinks of himself last of all.
It is not flesh and blood, but heart which makes us fathers and sons.
As inclination changes, thus ebbs and flows the unstable tide of public judgment.
Gray hairs are death's blossoms.
It is through beauty that we arrive at freedom.
On the mountains there is freedom! The world is perfect everywhere, Save where man comes with his torment.
No greater grief than to remember days of gladness when sorrow is at hand.
Anyone taken as an individual is tolerably sensible and reasonable - as a member of a crowd, he at once becomes a blockhead.
If we do not find anything very pleasant, at least we shall find something new.
If the art of gardening is at last to turn back from her extravagances and rest with her other sisters, it is, above everything, necessary to have clearly before you what you require . . . It is certainly tasteless and inconsistent to desire to encompass the world with a garden-wall, but very practicable and reasonable to make a garden . . . into a characteristic whole to the eye, heart, and nderstanding alike.
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