Praised be the good willing women who understand and take part in the fun--the body is an exacting beater, and even the heart is made of flesh.

The graceful flowers of innocence are more valuable than the laurel crown of fame.

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

A heart that overflows may seek out merrymaking and boisterous festivities to quietly rejoice, unnoticed amidst the reveling crowds.

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

Bunglers and pedants judge art according to genre; they approve of this and dismiss that genre, but instead of genres, the open-minded connoisseur appreciates only individual works.

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!