Money lost, something lost. Honor lost, much lost. Courage lost, everything lost-better you were never born
Johann Wolfgang von GoetheThe man who masters himself is delivered from the force that binds all creatures.
Johann Wolfgang von GoetheWar is in truth a disease in which the juices that serve health and maintenance are used for the sole purpose of nourishing something foreign, something at odds with nature.
Johann Wolfgang von GoetheWhen I consider the narrow limits within which our active and inquiring faculties are confined; when I see how all our energies are wasted in providing for mere necessities, which again have no further end than to prolong a wretched existence; and then that all our satisfaction concerning certain subjects of investigation ends in nothing better than a passive resignation... when I consider all this... I am silent.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe