Faust


A pack of cigarettes, each with some lines from Goethe’s opening pages of Faust, describing Faust’s frustration with his own wisdom.

Philosophy have I digested,
The whole of Law and Medicine,
From each its secrets I have wrested,
Theology, alas, thrown in.

Poor fool, with all this sweated lore,
I stand no wiser than I was before.
Master and Doctor are my titles;
For then years now, without repose,
I’ve held my erudite recitals
And led my pupils by the nose.
And round we go, on crooked ways or straight,
And well I know that ignorance is our fate,
And this I hate.

—Goethe, Faust