Pity, but never love bestows kind words upon the slave.

Whoever places his trust into a system will soon be without a home. While you are building your third story, the two lower ones have already been dismantled.

Why do comparisons of words and tone poems (poetry and music) never take into consideration that the word is a mere signifier, but that the sound, aside from being a signifier, is also an object?

Piety is the fermentation of the forming mind and the putrefaction of the disintegrating one.

I understand the phrase "Honor the Women" all too well: the poet has probably a wife of his own, but he prefers to honor another.

It is the emotions to which one objects in Germany most of all.

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