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The Mediator Of The Inexpressible Is The Work Of Art.

He Who Is Plenteously Provided For From Within Needs But Little From Without.

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.

A Man Who Cannot Command Himself Will Always Be A Slave.

Writing History Is A Method Of Getting Rid Of The Past.