“Aside I turn to the holy, unspeakable, mysterious Night. Afar lies the world -- sunk in a deep grave -- waste and lonely is its place. In the chords of the bosom blows a deep sadness. I am ready to… — Novalis Copy Share Image
“I turn away from the light to the holy, inexpressible, mysterious night. Far away lies the world − sunk into a deep vault, its place waste and lonely. Across my heart strings a low melancholy plays. I will fall in… — Novalis Copy Share Image
“Whoever sees life other than as a self-destroying illusion is himself still preoccupied with life. Life must not be a novel that is given… — Novalis Copy Share Image
“Inspiration without intellect is useless and dangerous; and the poet will be able to perform few wonders, when he is astonished by wonders.” — Novalis Copy Share Image
It is not merely the multiplicity of tints, the gladness of tone, or the balminess of the air which delight in the spring; it… — Novalis Copy Share Image
“The world must be romanticized. Only in that way will one rediscover its original senses. Romanticization is nothing less than a qualitative raising of… — Novalis Copy Share Image
Nature is an aeolian harp, a musical instrument whose tones are the re-echo of higher strings within us. — Novalis Copy Share Image
Darwin remarks that we are less dazzled by the light at waking, if we have been dreaming of visible objects. Happy are those who… — Novalis Copy Share Image
Man has his being in truth--if he sacrifices truth he sacrifices himself. Whoever betrays truth betrays himself. It is not a question of lying--but… — Novalis Copy Share Image
