Gratitude is a fickle thing, indeed. A person taking aim presses the weapon to his chest and cheek, but when he hits, he discardsit with indifference.

The manifestation of poetry in external life is formal perfection. True sentiment grows within, and art must represent internal phenomena externally.

Those whom the gods chose as their property must not consort with mortals.

It is the emotions to which one objects in Germany most of all.

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

Much as I honor the wisdom of the princess--there is something more dashing about a man.

Someone who is reluctant to say what he needs to say, often ends up doing so with an insolence whose crassness is proportionate tohis fear, once he gathers the necessary courage.