A king there was once reigning, Who had a goodly flea, Him loved he without feigning, As his own son were he!
Johann Wolfgang von GoetheLiterature is a fragment of a fragment. Of all that ever happened, or has been said, but a fraction has been written; and of this but little is extant.
Johann Wolfgang von GoetheMost pioneers are at the mercy of doubt at the beginning, whether of their worth, of their theories, or of the whole enigmatic field in which they labour.
Johann Wolfgang von GoetheThe phrases that men hear or repeat continually, end by becoming convictions and ossify the organs of intelligence.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe