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!

Science and art, or by the same token, poetry and prose differ from one another like a journey and an excursion. The purpose of the journey is its goal, the purpose of an excursion is the process.

Much as I honor the wisdom of the princess--there is something more dashing about a man.

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

Why do villains have so much influence? Because the honest people are terribly dense.

I know how ingratitude burns, how falsehood tortures, for I have been deceived in friendship and in love; I have learned to lose and to resign myself.

I would love to be able to write a tragedy in my imagination--it would turn into a masterpiece.