Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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.

Only the heart without a stain knows perfect ease.
[Ger., Ganz unbefleckt geniesst sich nur das Herz.]

Only the heart without a stain knows perfect ease.
[Ger., Ganz unbefleckt geniesst sich nur das Herz.]

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.

I make presents to the mother, but think of the daughter.
[Ger., Der Mutter schenk' ich,
Die read more

I make presents to the mother, but think of the daughter.
[Ger., Der Mutter schenk' ich,
Die Tochter denk' ich.]

To be pleased with one's limits is a wretched state.

To be pleased with one's limits is a wretched state.