Tomorrow sees undone, what happens not to-day; Still forward press, nor never tire! The possible, with steadfast trust, Resolve should be by the forelock grasp. Then she will ne'er let go her clasp, And labors on, because she must.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832)
Source: Faust. Prologue for the Theatre
Contributed by: Zaady
Traveling is like gambling: it is always connected with winning and losing, and generally where it is least expected we receive, more or less than what we hoped for.
All theory, dear friend, is grey, but the golden tree of actual life springs ever green.
That is the true season of love, when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will love in the same way as us.
As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live.
Truth is a torch but a tremendous one. That is why we hurry past it, shielding our eyes, indeed, in fear of getting burned.
Everything is simpler than you think and at the same time more complex than you can imagine.
There is repetition everywhere, and nothing is found only once in the world.
Who longs in solitude to live, Ah! soon his wish will gain: Men hope and love, men get and give, and leave him to his pain.
Source: Wilhelm Meister’s Apprenticeship
Who never ate his bread in sorrow, Who never spent the darksome hours Weeping, and watching for the morrow,- He knows you not, ye heavenly Powers.
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