Maxioms by Goethe
What have they done to you my poor child?
What have they done to you my poor child?
My poor head is in such a whirl, my mind is all in bits.
My poor head is in such a whirl, my mind is all in bits.
He alone deserves liberty and life who daily must win them anew.
He alone deserves liberty and life who daily must win them anew.
One can be instructed in society, one is inspired only in solitude.
One can be instructed in society, one is inspired only in solitude.
For just when ideas fail, a word comes in to save the situation.
For just when ideas fail, a word comes in to save the situation.
