He that is over-cautious will accomplish but very little.
If yon wish to be like the gods on earth, to be free in the realms of the dead, pluck not the fruit from the garden! In appearance it may glisten to the eye; but the perishable pleasure of possession quickly avenges the curse of curiosity.
I speak with the Eternal through the instrument of nature, through the world's history: I read the soul of the artist in his Apollo.
Folly, thou conquerest, and I must yield! Against stupidity the very gods Themselves contend in vain. Exalted reason, Resplendent daughter of the head divine, Wise foundress of the system of the world, Guide of the stars, who are thou then, if thou, Bound to the tail of folly's uncurb'd steed, Must, vainly shrieking, with the drunken crowd, Eyes open, plunge down headlong in the abyss.
Spring flies, and with it all the train it leads; and flowers, in fading, leave us but their seeds.
Satisfy a few to please many is bad.
Dare to err and to dream. Deep meaning often lies in childish plays.
Nothing, it is true, is more common than for both Science and Art to pay homage to the spirit of the age, and for creative taste to accept the law of critical taste.
Have Love. Not love alone for one, but man as man they brother call; and scatter like the circling sun thy charities on all.
Wouldst thou wisely, and with pleasure, Pass the days of life's short measure, From the slow one counsel take, But a tool of him ne'er make; Ne'er as friend the swift one know, Nor the constant one as foe.
Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.
All things must; man is the only creature that wills.
Forgiveness is the finding again of a lost possession.
We are too prone to find fault; let us look for some of the perfections.
Strange customs do not thrive in foreign soil.
Even weak men when united are powerful.
He cannot complain of a hard sentence, who is made master of his own fate.
Cling to thy native land, for it is the land of thy fathers?
To the fool-king belongs the world.
Wine invents nothing; it only tattles.
A deep meaning often lies in old customs.
O God, how lovely still is life!
The iron chain and the silken cord are both equally bonds.
Yet have I ever heard it said that spies and tale-bearers have done more mischief in this world than poisoned bowl or the assassin's dagger.
When the measured dance of the hours brings back the happy smile of spring, the buried dead is born again in the life-glance of the sun. The germs which perished to the eye within the cold breast of the earth spring up with joy in the bright realm of day.
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