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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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The fate of the architect is the strangest of all. How often he expends his whole soul, his whole heart and passion, to produce buildings into which he himself may never enter.
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Bk. II, Ch. 3

 
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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