She loves herself, and her innumerable eyes and affections are fixed upon herself. She has divided herself that she may be her own delight. She causes an endless succession of new capacities for enjoyment to spring up, that her insatiable sympathy may be assuaged.

Translated by Thomas Huxley, Nature: Aphorisms by Goethe, Nature, Volume 1, Thursday, November 4, 1869 (p. 9)