Maxioms by Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
Your messages I hear, but faith has not been given;
The dearest child of Faith is Miracle
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Your messages I hear, but faith has not been given;
The dearest child of Faith is Miracle
[Ger., Die Botschaft hor' ich wohl, allein mir fehlt der Glaube;
Das Wunder ist des Glaubens liebstes Kind.]
What is not in a man cannot come out of him surely.
What is not in a man cannot come out of him surely.
When things are bad, we take comfort in the thought that they could always be worse. And when they are, read more
When things are bad, we take comfort in the thought that they could always be worse. And when they are, we find hope in the thought that things are so bad they have to get better.
Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done,
Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.
Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done,
Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.
The trouble is small, the fun is great.
[Ger., Die Muh'ist klein, der Spass ist gross.]
The trouble is small, the fun is great.
[Ger., Die Muh'ist klein, der Spass ist gross.]
