Human life, old and young, takes place between hope and remembrance. The young man sees all the gates to his desires open, and the old man remembers--his hopes.

When the theater gates open, a mob pours inside, and it is the poet's task to turn it into an audience.

Uneducated people are unfortunate in that they do grasp complex issues, educated people, on the other hand, often do not understand simplicity, which is a far greater misfortune.

How great seems human progress when we consider where it began, and how insignificant, when we contemplate the goals for which itstrives.

I know how ingratitude burns, how falsehood tortures, for I have been deceived in friendship and in love; I have learned to lose and to resign myself.

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

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!