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

It is not a matter of desire, but of coercion and duty.

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

Mankind is getting smarter every day. Actually, it only seems so. At least we are making progress. We're progressing, to be sure, ever more deeply into the forest.

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

When mundane, lowly activities are at stake, too much insight is detrimental — far-sightedness errs in immediate concerns.

Recently, the Germans have developed a tendency to prefer the so-called first (youthful) style of great artists to their mature works. Could it be that they do not realize that their aesthetic criteria, generally speaking, are juvenile?