The ramparts of Vienna are crumbling into the sand; no one wants to live so confined, however, the entire country is already surrounded by a Chinese wall!

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

What raises great poetry above all else--it is the entire person and also the entire world.

The character of the crowds is made up of mimicry and hostility.

Just as the queen bee, the highest-ranking, peerless creature of her hive, is surrounded by lowly drones to please her, whereas the workers produce honey, the same way is the one who sits on the throne an equal only to himself, and no one's companion.

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!

Do old people always live in the past? What yesterday was firm and true, may not be so today.