If thou art something bring thy soul and interchange with mine. - Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller.

Man, living, feeling man, is the easy sport of the over-mastering present.

Have Hope. Though clouds environs now, And gladness hides her face in scorn, Put thou the shadow from thy brow, - No night but hath its morn.

Cowards have done good and kind actions, but a coward never pardoned.

Only the soldier is a free man, because he can look death in the face.

The strong man is strongest when alone.

The voice of our age seems by no means favorable to art, at all events to that kind of art to which my inquiry is directed. The course of events has given a direction to the genius of the time that threatens to remove it continually further from the ideal of art. For art has to leave reality, it has to raise itself bodily above necessity and neediness; for art is the daughter of freedom, and it requires its prescriptions and rules to be furnished by the necessity of spirits and not by that of matter.