It is good insofar as it is not evil.

As youth lives in the future, so the adult lives in the past: No one rightly knows how to live in the present.

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

Piety is the fermentation of the forming mind and the putrefaction of the disintegrating one.

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

I know how ingratitude burns, how falsehood tortures, for I have been deceived in friendship and in love; I have learned to lose and to resign myself.

You can make the best of it and be content, or you can complain, it makes no difference. What does it matter that human beings judge the things that exist?