- Man ever talks, and Man ever dreams
- Of better days that are yet to be,
- After glittering goal, that distant gleams,
- Running and racing untiringly.
- The worldly may grow old and young as it will,
- But the Hope of man is Improvement still.
- Hope bears him into life in her arms,
- She flutters around the boy's young bloom,
- The soul of youth with her magic warms,
- Nor rests with age in the silent tomb;
- For ends man his weary course at the grave,
- There plants he Hope o'er his ashes to wave.
FRIEDRICH SCHILLER, "Hope"
O the eye's light is a noble gift of Heaven! All beings live from light, each fair created thing; the very plants turn with a joyful transport to the light.
FRIEDRICH SCHILLER, William Tell
The joke loses everything when the joker laughs himself.
FRIEDRICH SCHILLER, Fiesco's Conspiracy at Genoa
A gloomy guest fits not a wedding feast.
FRIEDRICH SCHILLER, Wilhelm Tell
Against stupidity the very gods
Themselves contend in vain.
FRIEDRICH SCHILLER, The Maid of Orleans
When the mechanic has to mend a watch he lets the wheels run out; but the living watchworks of the state have to be repaired while they act, and a wheel has to be exchanged for another during its revolutions.
FRIEDRICH SCHILLER, On the Aesthetic Education of Man
Did you think the lion was sleeping because he didn't roar?
FRIEDRICH SCHILLER, Die Verschwörung des Fiesco zu Genua