Women, children, Tyroleans and preachers want to create a new kingdom of God, but the God of their kingdom looks like women, children, preachers, and Tyrolians.

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

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

A cure by regression is homeopathic, like healing the damage done by ministers and ignorance with stupidity and Jesuits.

In the long run, only woman remains true to mankind's foremost mission. Whatever she achieves, she achieves through herself, and alone. Man's master is the--public.

Man lives two lives, woe, were it otherwise! One is seized by death, the other one, his honor, remains.

How frightening it is to have reached the height of human accomplishment in art that must forever borrow from life's abundance.