Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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

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

Gifts come from above in their own peculiar forms.
[Ger., Die Gaben
Kommen von oben herab, in read more

Gifts come from above in their own peculiar forms.
[Ger., Die Gaben
Kommen von oben herab, in ihren eignen Gestalten.]

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

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.

In the twilight of morning to climb to the top of the mountain,--
Thee to salute, kindly star, earliest read more

In the twilight of morning to climb to the top of the mountain,--
Thee to salute, kindly star, earliest herald of day,--
And to await, with impatience, the gaze of the ruler of heaven.--
Youthful delight, oh, how oft lur'st thou me out in the night.