The plot! The plot! What kind of plot could a poet possibly provide that is not surpassed by the thinking, feeling reader? Form alone is divine.

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

Who could deny that our Austria is richer than any other country? As the saying goes: "We have money like manure.

The thing that pleases is not always good and, helas, the good thing does not always please.

Man will return to his origins. Goethe has finally become as squiggly as the city of his fathers.

Those who want to row on the ocean of human knowledge do not get far, and the storm drives those out of their course who set sail.

If only it were God's will that printed and written materials have as much influence on the people as the princes and their censors fear! Considering the countless good books we have, the world would have changed for the better a long time ago.