Friedrich Schiller
Friedrich Schiller
Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schillerwas a German poet, philosopher, physician, historian, and playwright. During the last seventeen years of his life, Schiller struck up a productive, if complicated, friendship with the already famous and influential Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. They frequently discussed issues concerning aesthetics, and Schiller encouraged Goethe to finish works he left as sketches. This relationship and these discussions led to a period now referred to as Weimar Classicism. They also worked together on Xenien, a collection of...
NationalityGerman
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth10 November 1759
CountryGermany
Friedrich Schiller quotes about
The zeal of friends it is that knocks me down, and not the hate of enemies
Keep true to the dream of thy youth.
Have hope. Though clouds environs now,And gladness hides her face in scorn,Put thou the shadow from my brow --No night but hath its morn.
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.
Friends show me what I can do, foes teach me what I should do.
Every true genius is bound to be naive.
If you want to know yourself, Just look how others do it; If you want to understand others, Look into your own heart. What is life without the radiance of love?
Nothing leads to good that is not natural.
Dare to be wrong and to dream.
As freely as the firmament embraces the world, or the sun pours forth impartially his beams, so mercy must encircle both friend and foe.
Deeper meaning resides in the fairy tales told to me in my childhood than in the truth that is taught by life.
Ever building, building to the clouds, still building higher, and never reflecting that the poor narrow basis cannot sustain the giddy tottering column.
Every man stamps his value on himself... man is made great or small by his own will.
One drop of hatred left in the cup of joy turns the most blissful draught into poison.