“Many a crown shines spotless now
That yet was deeply sullied in the winning.”
Act II, sc. ii
Wallenstein (1798), Part II - Wallensteins Tod (The Death of Wallenstein)
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German poet, philosopher, historian, and playwright 1759–1805Related quotes

“Calmly take what ill betideth;
Patience wins the crown at length”
"Die wiedergefundenen Söhne" [The Recovered Sons] (1801) as translated in The Monthly Religious Magazine Vol. 10 (1853) p. 445. <!-- * Tapfer ist der Löwensieger,<br/>Tapfer ist der Weltbezwinger,<br/>Tapfrer, wer sich selbst bezwang.— cited from Bernhard Suphan (ed.) Herders sämmtliche Werke (Berlin: Weidmann, 1877-1913) vol. 28, p. 237. -->
Context: Calmly take what ill betideth;
Patience wins the crown at length:
Rich repayment him abideth
Who endures in quiet strength.
Brave the tamer of the lion;
Brave whom conquered kingdoms praise;
Bravest he who rules his passions,
Who his own impatience sways.

Trees and Other Poems (1914), Delicatessen
Context: Perhaps he lives and dies unpraised,
This trafficker in humble sweets,
Because his little shops are raised
By thousands in the city streets.
Yet stars in greater numbers shine,
And violets in millions grow,
And they in many a golden line
Are sung, as every child must know.

A Man From Lebanon: Nineteen Centuries Afterward
Jesus, The Son of Man (1928)
Context: Master, Master Poet,
Master of our silent desires,
The heart of the world quivers with the throbbing of your heart,
But it burns not with your song.
The world sits listening to your voice in tranquil delight,
But it rises not from its seat
To scale the ridges of your hills.
Man would dream your dream but he would not wake to your dawn
Which is his greater dream.
He would see with your vision,
But he would not drag his heavy feet to your throne.
Yet many have been enthroned in your name
And mitred with your power,
And have turned your golden visit
Into crowns for their head and sceptres for their hand.

Quoted in "Sun's Son's Son" - Time Magazine - January 1, 1934

“Is our race but the initial of the grand crowning type? Are there yet to be species superior to us”
Source: Vestiges of the Natural History of Creation (1844), p. 276
Context: Is our race but the initial of the grand crowning type? Are there yet to be species superior to us in organization, purer in feeling, more powerful in device and act, and who shall take a rule over us! There is in this nothing improbable on other grounds. The present race, rude and impulsive as it is, is perhaps the best adapted to the present state of things in the world; but the external world goes through slow and gradual changes, which may leave it in time a much serener field of existence. There may then be occasion for a nobler type of humanity, which shall complete the zoological circle on this planet, and realize some of the dreams of the purest spirits of the present race.

The Laurel Seed; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 439.

“There never yet have been, nor are there now, too many good books.”