Since people no longer attend church, theater remains as the only public service, and literature as the only private devotion.

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.

The German mind, may it live! Almost invisible as a mind, it finally manifests itself assertively as a conviction.

Isn't it awful that cold feet make for a cold imagination and that a pair of woollen socks induce good thoughts!

The plot! The plot! What kind of plot could a poet possibly provide that is not surpassed by the thinking, feeling reader? Form alone is divine.

You say I'm small? I certainly can relate, although it is a matter of perspective. The distance is deceptive, my friend, you standtoo low.

Uneducated people are unfortunate in that they do grasp complex issues, educated people, on the other hand, often do not understand simplicity, which is a far greater misfortune.