Many said selfishness was the flaw of our modern age; but then self-conceit emerged from a corner of the deepest hell to join selfishness.

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

Our poetry emulates the recent progress in military strategy: Our army's strength is the foot soldiers.

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

As far as the arts and the sciences are concerned, the German mind appreciates most highly that which it does not understand of the latter, and that which it does not enjoy of the former.

There is one privilege we'll never lose; currently it's called nationality. It means that everyone was born somewhere, which is infact self-evident.

It's the misfortune of German authors that not a single one of them dares to expose his true character. Everyone thinks that he has to be better than he is.