Art compares to nature like wine to the grape.

Pity, but never love bestows kind words upon the slave.

Before passing different laws for different people, I'd relinquish myself unto you as your slave.

Man will return to his origins. Goethe has finally become as squiggly as the city of his fathers.

A pious woman's neighbor, a philanthropist's child, a liberal's servant--these three have a hard life.

The thing that pleases is not always good and, helas, the good thing does not always please.

Without a notion of the transcendental, human beings would, indeed, be animals; however, only fools can be convinced of it, and only degenerates need such a conviction.