Georg Christoph Lichtenberg

Germany
1 Jul 1742 // 24 Feb 1799
Scientist / Writer

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I have scattered seeds of ideas on almost every page which, if they fall on the right soil, may grow into chapters and even whole dissertations
He was always smoothing and polishing himself, and in the end he became blunt before he was sharp
What most clearly characterizes true freedom and its true employment is its misemployment
Of all the inventions of man I doubt whether any was more easily accomplished than that of a Heaven
The greatest events occur without intention playing any part in them; chance makes good mistakes and undoes the most carefully planned undertaking. The world's greatest events are not produced, they happen
First we have to believe, and then we believe
One is rarely an impulsive innovator after the age of sixty, but one can still be a very fine orderly and inventive thinker. One rarely procreates children at that age, but one is all the more skilled at educating those who have already been procreated, and education is procreation of another kind
Before one blames, one should always find out whether one cannot excuse. To discover little faults has been always the particularity of such brains that are a little or not at all above the average. The superior ones keep quiet or say something against the whole and the great minds transform without blaming
It is said that truth comes from the mouths of fools and children: I wish every good mind which feels an inclination for satire would reflect that the finest satirist always has something of both in him
Much reading has brought upon us a learned barbarism
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