Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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.

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

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

Dream no small dreams for they have no power to move the hearts of men.

Dream no small dreams for they have no power to move the hearts of men.

Who is the happiest of men? He who values the merits of others, and in their pleasure takes joy, even read more

Who is the happiest of men? He who values the merits of others, and in their pleasure takes joy, even as though t'were his own.

Be generous with kindly words, especially about those who are absent.

Be generous with kindly words, especially about those who are absent.