## Metadata - Author: [[Goethe and David Constantine]] - Full Title: Faust, Part I - Category: #books ## Highlights - Those who are finished you can never satisfy But you’ll have thanks from those who are still becoming. ([Location 1087](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B002RI9X38&location=1087)) - On life tides, in a storm Of deeds I rise and fall, Weave here and there For birth, for burial, A sea for ever, A restless weaving, A fiery living, I work at the hurtling loom, I make Of time God’s living cloak. ([Location 1277](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B002RI9X38&location=1277)) - I call him happy who still hopes to rise To the surface in this sea of error. The very things we don’t know, we could use And what we do know we have no use for. But let us not wither the good and beauty Of this hour by the mind’s sad cast. ([Location 1622](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B002RI9X38&location=1622)) - So even hell is a regulated state? That pleases me. A man might enter into A pact with you and yours in some security? ([Location 1837](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B002RI9X38&location=1837)) - Use your time, it hurries off so fast. But Organization makes it last. 1910            You should accordingly attend Collegium Logicum first, my friend. There your mind will be put to rights And fitted tightly in Scotch boots So that in a more considered fashion It creeps the thought-road from then on And does not for example flit Like a will-o’-the-wisp this way and that. ([Location 2153](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B002RI9X38&location=2153)) - Though in the factory of thinking It’s like a weaver’s masterpiece: One kick and a thousand threads awake, The shuttles shoot to and fro, The threads invisibly flow, Thousandfold interlinking at a stroke – ([Location 2160](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B002RI9X38&location=2160)) - Laws and rights are handed on Like an eternal malady. They crawl from generation to generation And shift from place to place, softly. Good sense becomes nonsense, good deeds a cross. ([Location 2192](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B002RI9X38&location=2192)) - But don’t torment yourself too hard. For where a meaning’s wanting there precisely Up pops, on cue, a word. With words first-class disputes are possible, With words a system can be elevated, Words are eminently believable, 2000           Not one jot of a word can be abated. ([Location 2206](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B002RI9X38&location=2206)) - people hearing words mostly suppose There must be thinking going on as well. ([Location 2776](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B002RI9X38&location=2776))