Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Quotes

The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness.

Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.

But only art and music have the power to bring peace.

A meaningful life - this is what we look for in art, in its smallest dewdrops as in its unleashing of the tempest. We are at peace when we have found it and uneasy when we have not.

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

Music is harmony, harmony is perfection, perfection is our dream, and our dream is heaven.

I am a torchbearer of love and peace.

To me Truth is God and there is no way to find Truth except the way of nonviolence.

What a picture of a better world you have given us, Mozart!

When we are in health, all sounds fife and drum for us; we hear the notes of music in the air, or catch its echoes dying away when we awake in the dawn.

No war or battle sound Was heard the world around.

Peace is such a precious jewel that I would give anything for it but truth.

The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.

Beautiful objects, ideas, even beautiful people all share the power to lift the spirits and motivate creativity while at the same time soothing the soul.

Sometimes grace is a ribbon of mountain air that gets in through the cracks.

What is peace? Is it war? No. Is it strife? No. Is it lovely, and gentle, and beautiful, and pleasant, and serene, and joyful? O yes!

Truth is inner harmony.

Up in this air you breathed easily, drawing in a vital assurance and lightness of heart. In the highlands you woke up in the morning and thought: Here I am, where I ought to be.

What is peace? Balance three iron skewers tip to tip, one upon the other; at the summit, emplace and egg, so that it too poises static in mid-air, and there you have the condition of peace in this world of men.

Music is the language of the spirit. It opens the secret of life bringing peace, abolishing strife.

Every truth without exception- and whoever may utter it- is from the Holy Spirit.

My heart is tuned to the quietness that the stillness of nature inspires.

A peace-mingling falsehood is preferable to a mischief-stirring truth.

Impermanence is a principle of harmony. When we don't struggle against it, we are in harmony with reality.

Today, together, let us repeat as our slogan that all trace of violence must disappear from this earth, then the sun will be honey-colored and music good to hear.