Higher yet and higher out of clouds and night, nearer yet and nearer rising to the light - light, serene and holy where my soul may rest, purified and lowly, sanctified and blest.
Johann Wolfgang von GoetheThe greatest joy of a thinking man is to have searched the explored and to quietly revere the unexplored.
Johann Wolfgang von GoetheThe people who are absent are the ideal; those who are present seem to be quite commonplace.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe