Just as the queen bee, the highest-ranking, peerless creature of her hive, is surrounded by lowly drones to please her, whereas the workers produce honey, the same way is the one who sits on the throne an equal only to himself, and no one's companion.

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

Woman is the crown of all creation, but Man is the head who wears it, and even the servant is master in his house.

Art compares to nature like wine to the grape.

In early times, before the floods swept across the world, there was life, albeit odd, as one can see from the fossils of mammoth bones, and there was the regime of Prince Metternich.

Once you have looked at the land from atop the Kahlenberg, you will understand what I write and who I am.

Who claims that the heathen's view of the world is incorrect? Life gives you nothing! It is ruled by false gods! Nothing remains true to you but your own self; provided you remain true to it.