“The source of our happiness is also the fountain of our misery.”
Pathetic Romantic claptrap. If I hadn’t been exposed to the over-blown emotions and nonsense of other Romantic authors I would wonder why Goethe is so well regraded. (That and this was his first novel).
“Why should anyone, in speaking of an action, venture to pronounce it mad or wise, or good or bad?”
The emotional (and intellectual) level of modern teen angst fests. The diary format is perfect of pouring out the protagonist’s heart and tears on page … after page … after page. Having said that, the discerning reader can detect the narrative power which will eventually make Goethe famous. He tells a good tale.
“In this world nothing is so indispensable as love.”