The Day Is Committed To Error And

Action Has Magic, Grace And Power In It.

Our Mistakes And Failures Are Always The First To Strike Us, And Outweigh In Our Imagination What We Have Accomplished And Attained.

Mathematics Can Remove No Prejudices And Soften No Obduracy. It Has No Influence In Sweetening The Bitter Strife Of Parties, And In The Moral World Generally Its Action Is Perfectly Null.

What Am I Then...? Everything That I Have Seen, Heard, And Observed I Have Collected And Exploited. My Works Have Been Nourished By Countless Different Individuals, By Innocent And Wise Ones, People Of Intelligence And Dunces. Childhood, Maturity And Old Age All Have Brought Me Their Thoughts....their Perspectives On Life. I Have Often Reaped What Others Have Sowed. My Work Is The Work Of A Collective Being That Bears The Name Goethe.

Tolerance Comes Of Age. I See No Fault Committed That I Myself Could Not Have Committed At Some Time Or Other.