Individuality of expression is the beginning and end of all art.

One is never deceived; one deceives oneself.

The sun had, in the meanwhile, sunk behind the Ettersberg. We felt in the wood the chill of the evening, and drove all the quicker to Wiemar, and to Goethe's house. Goethe urged me to go in with him for a while, and I did so. He was in an extremely engaging mood. He talked a great deal about his theory of colors, and of his obstinate opponents; remarking that he was sure that he had done something in this science.

A great scholar is seldom a great philosopher.

I am certain that I have been here as I am now a thousand times before, and I hope to return a thousand times.

The history of knowledge is a great fugue in which the voices of the nations one after the other emerge.

Willing is not enough, we must do.