Strength, strength alone, is honorable, the German nation clamors in its majesty. But since it is hard to muster strength so suddenly, they have to make do with boorishness.

Love! Hate! Is there no third?

Those whom the gods chose as their property must not consort with mortals.

Why I love the ancients so much? Aside from everything else, when I read them, the entire past between them and me unfolds at thesame time. The hearts of how many heroes and poets may have been set on fire by Plutarch's biographies which now inspire me with their own and with borrowed flames!

Compilers resemble gluttonous eaters who devour excessive quantities of healthy food just to excrete them as refuse.

Critics are reprimanded when they get sarcastic. How absurd! Is the torch of criticism supposed to shine without burning?

Since love is folly, a foolish woman is more dangerous than a wise one.