People of talent resemble a musical instrument more closely than they do a musician. Without outside help, they produce not a single sound, but given even the slightest touch, and a magnificent tune emanates from them.

Prose talks and poetry sings.

Isn't it awful that cold feet make for a cold imagination and that a pair of woollen socks induce good thoughts!

I would love to be able to write a tragedy in my imagination--it would turn into a masterpiece.

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

Is it true that one travels in order to know mankind? It is easier to get to know other people at home, but abroad one gets to know oneself.

I love the pride whose measure is its own eminence and not the insignificance of someone else.