Quotes from Christoph Martin Wieland

Man blindly works the will of fate. [Ger., Blindlings that er blos den Willen des Geschickes.]

For whatever a man has, is in reality only a gift.

The compulsion of fate is bitter.

Too oft is transient pleasure the source of long woes.

Man blindly works the will of fate.

Let no one despair, even though in the darkest night the last star of hope may disappear.

To be silent is sometimes an art, yet not so great a one as certain people would have us believe, who are wisest they are most silent.