The arrogance of poets is only a defense; doubt gnaws the greatest among them; they need our testimony to escape despair.
Human love is often but the encounter of two weaknesses.
I love Germany so much I'm glad there are two of them.
A good critic is the sorcerer who makes some hidden spring gush forth unexpectedly under our feet.
That is the mystery of grace: it never comes too late.
The grandeur of man lies in song, not in thought.