The Beautiful Is A Phenomenon Which Is

You Don't Love If You Don't Take The Beloved's Faults For Virtues.

A Good Person, Striving Dimly, Is Well Aware Of The Right Path.

The Best Pleasures Of This World Are Not Quite True.

Yet Here I Stand Poor Fool What More, Not One Wit Wiser Than Before.

The Sun Had, In The Meanwhile, Sunk Behind The Ettersberg. We Felt In The Wood The Chill Of The Evening, And Drove All The Quicker To Wiemar, And To Goethe's House. Goethe Urged Me To Go In With Him For A While, And I Did So. He Was In An Extremely Engaging Mood. He Talked A Great Deal About His Theory Of Colors, And Of His Obstinate Opponents; Remarking That He Was Sure That He Had Done Something In This Science.