One Cannot Develop Taste From What Is

What A Man Does Not Understand, He Does Not Possess.

Hypotheses Are Only The Pieces Of Scaffolding Which Are Erected Round A Building During The Course Of Construction, And Which Are Taken Away As Soon As The Edifice Is Completed.

You Must Either Conquer And Rule Or Serve And Lose, Suffer Or Triumph, Be The Anvil Or The Hammer.

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.

I Must Consider More Closely This Cycle Of Good And Bad Days Which I Find Coursing Within Myself. Passion, Attachment, The Urge To Action, Inventiveness, Performance, Order All Alternate And Keep Their Orbit; Cheerfulness, Vigor, Energy, Flexibility And Fatigue, Serenity As Well As Desire. Nothing Disturbs The Cycle For I Lead A Simple Life, But I Must Still Find The Time And Order In Which I Rotate.