Every Great Idea Exerts, On First Appearing,

The Suffering May Be Moral Or Physical; And In My Opinion It Is Just As Absurd To Call A Man A Coward Who Destroys Himself, As To Call A Man A Coward Who Dies Of A Malignant Fever.

There Is No Patriotic Art.

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.

People Are Always Talking About Originality, But What Do They Mean? As Soon As We Are Born, The World Begins To Work Upon Us, And This Goes On To The End.

There Is A Politeness Of The Heart; This Is Closely Allied To Love.