Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Architecture is frozen music.
[Ger., Die Backunst ist eine erstarrte Musik.]

Architecture is frozen music.
[Ger., Die Backunst ist eine erstarrte Musik.]

Beware of her fair hair, for she excels
All women in the magic of her locks;
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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.

Take care of your body with steadfast fidelity. The soul must see through these eyes alone, and if they are read more

Take care of your body with steadfast fidelity. The soul must see through these eyes alone, and if they are dim, the whole world is clouded.

He who does not feel his friends to be the world to him, does not deserve that the world should read more

He who does not feel his friends to be the world to him, does not deserve that the world should hear of him.

As all Nature's thousands changes
But one changeless God proclaim;
So in Art's wide kingdom ranges
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As all Nature's thousands changes
But one changeless God proclaim;
So in Art's wide kingdom ranges
One sole meaning still the same:
This is Truth, eternal Reason,
Which from Beauty takes its dress,
And serene through time and season
Stands aye in loveliness.