When the theater gates open, a mob pours inside, and it is the poet's task to turn it into an audience.

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

Women, children, Tyroleans and preachers want to create a new kingdom of God, but the God of their kingdom looks like women, children, preachers, and Tyrolians.

If only it were God's will that printed and written materials have as much influence on the people as the princes and their censors fear! Considering the countless good books we have, the world would have changed for the better a long time ago.

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

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

A love that dies has never lived.