A 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 GoetheA man's name is not like a mantle which merely hangs about him...but a perfectly fitting garment, which, like the skin, has grown over him, at which one cannot rake and scrape without injuring the man himself.
Johann Wolfgang von GoetheAn absent friend gives us friendly company when we are well assured of his happiness.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe