It is the emotions to which one objects in Germany most of all.

Lap-dogs and blood-hounds enjoy the greatest respect at court; house-dogs and no dogs at all are not even considered.

From a distance the rushing of the torrent delights and uplifts us, but it rocks us in a flimsy boat, we are overwhelmed by despair. The same applies to danger.

Perhaps the most embarrassing experience is being caught at a lie by a simpleton who sneers at our asinine cleverness.

Compilers resemble gluttonous eaters who devour excessive quantities of healthy food just to excrete them as refuse.

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

In Germany, a certain artistic sense is fairly common, but the artist's sense is foreign there.