5 quotes
Pain is short, and joy is eternal.
The Maid of Orleans (1801)
The will of a man is his happiness.
Joy, thou spark from Heav'n immortal,
Daughter of Elysium!
Drunk with fire, toward Heaven advancing
Goddess, to thy shrine we come.
Thy sweet magic brings together
What stern Custom spreads afar;
All men become brothers
Where thy happy wing-beats are.
An die Freude (Ode to Joy; or Hymn to Joy) (1785)
Joy, in Nature's wide dominion,
Mightiest cause of all is found;
And 'tis joy that moves the pinion,
When the wheel of time goes round
An die Freude (Ode to Joy; or Hymn to Joy) (1785)
Joy from truth's own glass of fire
Sweetly on the searcher smiles;
Lest on virtue's steeps he tire,
Joy the tedious path beguiles.
High on faith's bright hill before us,
See her banner proudly wave!
Joy, too, swells the angels' chorus,—
Bursts the bondage of the grave!
An die Freude (Ode to Joy; or Hymn to Joy) (1785)