Quotes By Friedrich Schiller

Happy he who learns to bear what he cannot change.

Great souls suffer in silence.

The world is ruled only by consideration of advantages.

No doubt the artist is the child of his time; but woe to him if he is also its disciple, or even its favorite.

It is difficult to discriminate the voice of truth from amid the clamor raised by heated partisans.

In the society, where people are just parts in a larger machine, individuals are unable to develop fully.

The greater part of humanity is too much harassed and fatigued by the struggle with want, to rally itself for a new and sterner struggle with error.

Every true genius is bound to be naive.

Live with your century; but do not be its creature.

The key to education is the experience of beauty.

Knowledge, the object of knowledge and the knower are the three factors which motivate action; the senses, the work and the doer comprise the threefold basis of action.

It does not prove a thing to be right because the majority say it is so.

Art is the daughter of freedom.

A noble heart will always capitulate to reason.

All things must; man is the only creature that wills.

They would need to be already wise, in order to love wisdom.

No emperor has the power to dictate to the heart.

Dare to err and to dream. Deep meaning often lies in childish plays.

With stupidity the gods themselves struggle in vain.

The history of the world is the world's court of justice.

As freely as the firmament embraces the world, or the sun pours forth impartially his beams, so mercy must encircle both friend and foe.

Appearance rules the world.

Man only plays when in the full meaning of the word he is a man, and he is only completely a man when he plays.

The jest loses its point when he who makes it is the first to laugh.

The voice of the majority is no proof of justice.

Lose not yourself in a far off time, seize the moment that is thine.

He who considers too much will perform little.

There is room in the smallest cottage for a happy loving pair.

Nothing leads to good that is not natural.

Revenge is barren of itself: it is the dreadful food it feeds on; its delight is murder, and its end is despair.