One does not get to know that one exists until one rediscovers oneself in others.
Johann Wolfgang von GoetheA vi'let on the meadow grew, That no one saw, that no one knew, It was a modest flower. A shepherdess pass'd by that way-- Light footed, pretty and so gay; That way she came, Softly warbling forth her lay.
Johann Wolfgang von GoetheTalent is nurtured in solitude; character is formed in the stormy billows of the world.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe