Maxioms by Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
The mortal race is far too weak not to grow dizzy on unwonted
brights.
[Ger., Das sterbliche Geschlecht read more
The mortal race is far too weak not to grow dizzy on unwonted
brights.
[Ger., Das sterbliche Geschlecht ist viel zu schwach
In ungewohnter Hohe nicht zu schwindeln.]
Who is the happiest of men? He who values the merits of others,
And in their pleasure takes joy, 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.
Everything great and intelligent is in the minority
Everything great and intelligent is in the minority
When we treat man as he is, we make him worse than he is; when we treat him as if read more
When we treat man as he is, we make him worse than he is; when we treat him as if he already were what he potentially could be, we make him what he should be.
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.
