Schiller moves upward. Goethe comes from up above.

Who claims that the heathen's view of the world is incorrect? Life gives you nothing! It is ruled by false gods! Nothing remains true to you but your own self; provided you remain true to it.

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

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

Without a notion of the transcendental, human beings would, indeed, be animals; however, only fools can be convinced of it, and only degenerates need such a conviction.

Feeling and thinking are actually the blind man who carries the lame.

Much as I honor the wisdom of the princess--there is something more dashing about a man.