Johann Wolfgang von Goethe |
Mozart died at thirty-six. Raphael at practically the same age. Byron was only a little older.
But each of them had accomplished his mission perfectly, and it was time for them to go so that others might still have something left to do in a world created to last a long while.
Life seems so vulgar, so easily content with the commonplace things of every day, and yet it always nurses and cherishes certain higher claims in secret, and looks about for the means of satisfying them.
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Conversations with Eckermann.
Over every hill
All is still;
In no leaf of any tree
Can you see
The motion of a breath;
Every bird has ceased its song.
Wait; and thou too, ere long,
Shall be quiet in death.
- Goethe, Wanderer's Nightsong, tr. Arthur Hugh Clough
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