Man lives two lives, woe, were it otherwise! One is seized by death, the other one, his honor, remains.

A pious woman's neighbor, a philanthropist's child, a liberal's servant--these three have a hard life.

In Germany, a certain artistic sense is fairly common, but the artist's sense is foreign there.

What's the meaning of all the pious clamor, condemning cocks and hens? Those who have no teeth are the greatest meat-haters.

Human life, old and young, takes place between hope and remembrance. The young man sees all the gates to his desires open, and the old man remembers--his hopes.

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?

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