Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know,
And from her own she learnt to melt at others' woe.

What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know,
And from her own she learnt to melt at others' woe.

No sacred fane requires us to submit to insult.
[Ger., Kein Heiligthum heisst uns den Schimpf ertragen.]

No sacred fane requires us to submit to insult.
[Ger., Kein Heiligthum heisst uns den Schimpf ertragen.]

Good children's literature appeals not only to the child in the adult, but to the adult in the child

Good children's literature appeals not only to the child in the adult, but to the adult in the child

For a strolling damsel a doubtful reputation bears.
[Ger., Denn ein wanderndes Madchen ist immer von schwankendem
Rufe.]

For a strolling damsel a doubtful reputation bears.
[Ger., Denn ein wanderndes Madchen ist immer von schwankendem
Rufe.]

Without haste, but without rest.

Without haste, but without rest.