His self-control was great—­nay, it formed a prominent peculiarity in his character.  It was akin to that lofty deliberation (Besonnenheit) through which he always succeeded in mastering his material, and giving his single works that artistical finish which we admire in them.  Through the same quality he was often concise and circumspect, not only in many of his writings, but also in his oral expressions.  When, however, in happy moments, a more powerful demon[7] was active within him, and that self-control abandoned him, his discourse rolled forth with youthful impetuosity, like a mountain cataract.  In such moments he expressed what was best and greatest in his abundant nature, and such moments are to be understood when his earlier friends say of him, that his spoken words were better than those which he wrote and printed.  Thus Marmontel said of Diderot, that whoever knew him from his writings only knew him but half; but that as soon as he became animated in actual conversation he was incomparable, and irresistibly carried his hearers along.

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1823

Weimar, June 10.[8]—­I arrived here a few days ago, but did not see Goethe till today.  He received me with great cordiality; and the impression he made on me was such, that I consider this day as one of the happiest in my life.

Yesterday, when I called to inquire, he fixed today at twelve o’clock as the time when he would be glad to see me.  I went at the appointed time, and found a servant waiting for me, preparing to conduct me to him.

The interior of the house made a very pleasant impression upon me; without being showy, everything was extremely simple and noble; even the casts from antique statues, placed upon the stairs, indicated Goethe’s especial partiality for plastic art, and for Grecian antiquity.  I saw several ladies moving busily about in the lower part of the house, and one of Ottilie’s beautiful boys, who came familiarly up to me, and looked fixedly in my face.

After I had cast a glance around, I ascended the stairs, with the very talkative servant, to the first floor.

He opened a room, on the threshold of which the motto Salve was stepped over as a good omen of a friendly welcome.  He led me through this apartment and opened another, somewhat more spacious, where he requested me to wait, while he went to announce me to his master.  The air here was most cool and refreshing; on the floor was spread a carpet; the room was furnished with a crimson sofa and chairs, which gave a cheerful aspect; on one side stood a piano; and the walls were adorned with many pictures and drawings, of various sorts and sizes.

Through an open door opposite, one looked into a farther room, also hung with pictures, through which the servant had gone to announce me.

It was not long before Goethe came in, dressed in a blue frock-coat, and with shoes.  What a sublime form!  The impression upon me was surprising.  But he soon dispelled all uneasiness by the kindest words.  We sat down on the sofa.  I felt in a happy perplexity, through his look and his presence, and could say little or nothing.