Schiller moves upward. Goethe comes from up above.

The state has no religion for the simple reason that it has each and everyone.

Gratitude is a fickle thing, indeed. A person taking aim presses the weapon to his chest and cheek, but when he hits, he discardsit with indifference.

A tailor can adapt to any medium, be it poetry, be it criticism. As a poet, he can mend, and with the scissors of criticism he candivide.

Although your knowledge is weak and small, you need not be silent: since you cannot be judges be at least witnesses.

The courts used to be, fair and square, the avengers of secular crimes; but nowadays they demand respect even for the criminal.

The present is never poetic as it serves necessity, necessity, however, is prosaic.