Our age believed herself pregnant with auspicious progeny, but when her hour came, it turned out to be dropsy.

Critics are reprimanded when they get sarcastic. How absurd! Is the torch of criticism supposed to shine without burning?

Plato calls complacency the companion of loneliness.

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

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

Profundity easily turns into dullness and astuteness deteriorates into wit. Be guided by natural common sense and it will accommodate great and small.

As far as the arts and the sciences are concerned, the German mind appreciates most highly that which it does not understand of the latter, and that which it does not enjoy of the former.