Quote by Friedrich von Schiller

Only through Beauty's morning-gate, dost thou penetrate the land of knowledge.

Only through Beauty's morning-gate, dost thou penetrate the

Summary

This quote suggests that exploring and appreciating beauty opens the door to acquiring knowledge. It implies that one must embrace and seek out beauty in order to gain deeper insights and understanding about the world. Beauty is portrayed as an entry point that allows us to move beyond mere appearance and surface-level understanding, transforming into a pathway towards wisdom and enlightenment.

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Beauty Knowledge

By Friedrich von Schiller

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