I do not now begin, - I still adore Her whom I early cherish'd in my breast; Then once again with prudence dispossess'd, And to whose heart I'm driven back once more. The love of Petrarch, that all-glorious love, Was unrequited, and, alas, full sad.
Johann Wolfgang von GoetheThe mark of highest originality lies in the ability to develop a familiar idea so fruitfully that it would seem no one else would ever have discovered so much to be hidden in it.
Johann Wolfgang von GoetheAlas! how much there is in education, and in our social institutions, to prepare us and our children for insanity.
Johann Wolfgang von GoetheHe is the happiest man who can see the connection between the end and the beginning of life.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe