The Likeness Of The World? A Shadow!

Schiller Moves Upward. Goethe Comes From Up Above.

I Would Love To Be Able To Write A Tragedy In My Imagination--it Would Turn Into A Masterpiece.

You Can Make The Best Of It And Be Content, Or You Can Complain, It Makes No Difference. What Does It Matter That Human Beings Judge The Things That Exist?

Do You Call The Jewel Blind, Because Your Eye Is?

The Cradle Of The Future Is The Grave Of The Past.