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

The most irascible person is most likely to become apathetic in dangerous situations.

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

There is one privilege we'll never lose; currently it's called nationality. It means that everyone was born somewhere, which is infact self-evident.

A cure by regression is homeopathic, like healing the damage done by ministers and ignorance with stupidity and Jesuits.

The Germans believe that, no matter where, they can get by on knowledge alone. Art, however, requires skill.

The ramparts of Vienna are crumbling into the sand; no one wants to live so confined, however, the entire country is already surrounded by a Chinese wall!