Tragedy is dead! Poetry itself died with it! Away, away with you, puny, stunted imitators! Away with you to Hades, and eat your fill of the old masters' crumbs!

The spiritual activity of millennia is deposited in language.

Character is determined more by the lack of certain experiences than by those one has had.

One thing a man must have: either a naturally light disposition or a disposition lightened by art and knowledge.

To think historically is almost the same thing now as if in all ages history had been made according to theory.

The pure soul is a pure lie.

Every achievement, every step forward in knowledge, is the consequence of courage, of toughness towards oneself, of sincerity to oneself