457 Quotes by Friedrich Schiller

Misanthropy is a slow suicide.

Gray hairs are death’s blossoms.

Fate hath no voice but the heart’s impulse.

Around, around, Companions all, take your ground, And name the bell with joy profound! CONCORDIA is the word we’ve found Most meet to express the harmonious sound, That calls to those in friendship bound.

Day’s lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.

Not he who scorns the Saviour’s yoke Should wear his cross upon the heart.

No cause has he to say his doom is harsh, who’s made the master of his destiny.

There are evil spirits who suddenly fix their abode in man’s unguarded breast, causing us to commit devilish deeds, and then, hurrying back to their native hell, leave behind the stings of remorse in the poisoned bosom.

He, that noble prize possessing He that boasts a friend that’s true, He whom woman’s love is blessing, Let him join the chorus too!