If someone were to think that trees are made to support the sky, they would all seem too short.

There is one privilege we'll never lose; currently it's called nationality. It means that everyone was born somewhere, which is infact self-evident.

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

Love wants to be confirmed with concrete symbols, but recklessness loves instability.

Morality, a muzzle for the will; logic, a climbing iron for the mind.

Since people no longer attend church, theater remains as the only public service, and literature as the only private devotion.

They are miserly, the princes of Austria, you need not grieve about it; they may not donate anything, but they allow themselves tobe fleeced, the good lords.