Trying to conceal a crime is like burying a seed in the ground.

Once you have looked at the land from atop the Kahlenberg, you will understand what I write and who I am.

Today is, after all, today, but yesterday is of the same substance as tomorrow.

Two soldiers and a villain are enough to blow up the rights of the citizens.

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

What raises great poetry above all else--it is the entire person and also the entire world.

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