I notice well that one stray step from the habitual path leads irresistibly into a new direction. Life moves forward, it never reverses its course.

The manifestation of poetry in external life is formal perfection. True sentiment grows within, and art must represent internal phenomena externally.

The main reason why men and women make different aesthetic judgments is the fact that the latter, generally incapable of abstraction, only admire what meets their complete approval.

Metaphysics must be based on what exists, for it has the task of explicating it.

You even called me stupid in your verse, and I'm almost agreeing, for where stupidity is involved, you are quite an expert, friend.

Let the will embrace the highest ideals freely and with infinite strength, but let action first take hold of what lies closest.

The present is never poetic as it serves necessity, necessity, however, is prosaic.