Author of quotes: Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. Page 3

Great Il shallow people
Your world he weaves a whole century
And with scissors in the middle
Sitting cozy in the web.
But brush back end will hit the end!
And he yells: what a scoundrel
Ruined my Nonsuch Palace?

As the lamps around the shops
Goldsmiths in the bazaars,
Winds swarm of bright-eyed girls
Round the poets, even the old.

Slave, the people and the oppressor
Eternal in the running of our days.
Happy world inhabitant
Only a personality of its.
Life back as I can,
But go your path.
All donation that have
Just be yourself.

Know how men look:
Everyone says I love you,
That will go mad, suffer,
And all other,
Than us girls seduce.
That's all I care about
It all can't touch me.

To game incense
Your to please leisure
Hundreds of roses in Bud,
Passing through the crucible of suffering.
A bottle fragrances,
What, like your little finger, small
A whole world of beings
The unnamed victim fell, -
Hundreds of lives that breathed
The fullness of being
And I nervously anticipated
The sweetness of the songs of the Nightingale.
But do not cry out their sorrows
We fun get.
Is thousands not fallen
Under Timorova sword!

Is the old chaff
I was taught to keep the axe?
Sent polezshih a fight
Or a way to seek peace?
I instructed Fisher
In dealing with Fox
Il is a skilled tailor
Taught sewing Yes cut?
So what are you with me
To compete wanted
That nature herself,
I solved the cradle?
Pushing without scruple,
If the power is in your bubble.
But judging from my creations,
Know this: because the artist wants.

In the eyes of the people great,
It's usually bad, false.

In human total pile
Who is more stupid - himself and praise.
Idiots-humans
We are always and hit and pressured.

Power - you feel yourself -
Eternal in this world of strange.
I love and wise men
Ratabari and a tyrant.

Where is the poet, not imagined,
Second, there is no such
Where violinist who would
To prefer another?
And it right these people:
Praise others - yourself damage
Will give the other to live in the world,
Like that with light sleeves.
Continue to save the honor
New broom denigrates.
A new broom is out for revenge
The old privilege of paying not want to.

Who is generous, one will be cheated
Who is greedy, from the pull,
Understandingly misled and go astray,
Reasonable crap starts
Who is angry - it will pass for a mile,
Will zacapu dupe.
But lies to succumb to worthless:
Deceived - deceive too.

When I was honest,
Always needed.
Suffered, luck was waiting for
And not wait.
I appreciated a penny,
Here's the problem-it!
I decided: I'll steal,
But to live richly.
Have agarawala relish
Without a result.
It is better to be honest,
And that's for sure.
Though bitter, no doubt,
But really durable.

Something to keep us hard? Flame.
Day on the ground gives him a smoke
The night - glow out under the sky.
Hard to those who love tormented:
In the heart hidden from the world,
Openly in the eyes Shine with it.
But the verse to conceal - difficult:
Will not put you under a bushel it.
After all, the song that is sung from the heart,
It possesses the whole soul of the poet.
The poems he will write smoothly,
To the world of work was appreciated,
And, happy counter Ile yawns
He's all excited reading them.

Know that our eternal whirlwind -
Where, who are beset by devils?
And what a time suitable for them,
To drag us into the depths of hell?