The Brilliant Passes, Like The Dew At

I Have Often Reaped What Others Have Sowed. My Work Is The Work Of A Collective Being That Bears The Name Goethe.

Life Belongs To The Living, And He Who Lives Must Be Prepared For Changes.

What In Us The Women Leave Uncultivated, Children Cultivate When We Retain Them Near Us.

My Worthy Friend, Gray Are All Theories And Green Alone Life's Golden Tree.

Certain Defects Are Necessary For The Existence Of Individuality.