The German mind, may it live! Almost invisible as a mind, it finally manifests itself assertively as a conviction.
Prose and poetry are as different as food and drink.
A love that dies has never lived.
Servants honor their master by their service.
If someone took the finest marble and knew how to shape it artfully: Prometheus' material was lowly clay, but his statues walked.
I understand the phrase "Honor the Women" all too well: the poet has probably a wife of his own, but he prefers to honor another.