Book: The sorrows of young Werther. Page 2

But if one in his humility understands what all this price who sees how diligently everyone a prosperous tradesman mows your garden under Paradise, and how patiently even the unlucky, bending under the burden, trudges his way and all alike yearn for at least a minute longer to see the light of the sun, who understands this, he is silent and builds his world in himself and happy because he is human. And the fact that, for all his helplessness, in his heart he keeps the sweet feeling of freedom and consciousness that can escape from this dungeon whenever you want.

Life is good and those who give Grand titles to its insignificant activities and even their passion and presents them to the human race as a Grand heroic deeds for the sake of its benefit and prosperity.
Blessed is he who may be so!

All the studious school and home teachers agree that children do not know why they want something; but that adults are no better children groping roam the earth and don't know where they came from and where you're going, just don't see in their actions a purpose, and that they operate with the help of cookie, cupcake and rods, - no one wants to agree, but according to my understanding, it is quite obvious.

one thing is true ... as long my observation: people with a certain position in society will always shun the common people, as if fearing to demean themselves close to him; and yet there are such frivolous and wicked mischief-makers who look down to poor people to only more swagger in front of him.

... omissions and inveterate prejudices contribute more to the world of turmoil, than cunning and malice. In any case, the latter are much less common.

Oh, what a thrill runs through my arteries, when our fingers accidentally touch or my foot under the table would meet her foot! I recoil as from a fire, but the mysterious force that pulls me back and my head is spinning!

I have so much of this, but the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much of this, but without it there is for me nothing in the world.

We tend to suggest chaos and darkness where everything is unknown for us.

To suffer all the put the measure to redeem the entire Cup to the bottom - such is the lot of man.

I shrink into myself, and reveal to the whole world!

To be misunderstood - our share.

Woe to those who, using their power over someone else's heart, deprives him of the simple pleasures emanating from him. No pampering, no gifts will be replaced minutes inner satisfaction, poisoned by a jealous dislike of our tormentor.

I could do wonderful, joyful life, if I wasn't a fool.

What we children! How much we care about one look! What are we children!