It's the misfortune of German authors that not a single one of them dares to expose his true character. Everyone thinks that he has to be better than he is.

Mozart starved, but you allow Thalberg and Liszt make tons of gold: Of course, you may think that someone immortal cannot die of hunger

Robespierre, this pedant of freedom!

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

Poetry, it is often said and loudly so, is life's true mirror. But a monkey looking into a work of literature looks in vain for Socrates.

The graceful flowers of innocence are more valuable than the laurel crown of fame.

The state has no religion for the simple reason that it has each and everyone.