The cradle of the future is the grave of the past.

The spirit of poetry combines the profundity of the philosopher and the child's delight in bright pictures.

The state has no religion for the simple reason that it has each and everyone.

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.

Man will return to his origins. Goethe has finally become as squiggly as the city of his fathers.

Erroneous views and presumptuousness send a talent to the insane asylum.

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