Cling to thy native land, for it is the land of thy fathers?

The Moor has done his work, the Moor may go.

The lamp of genius burns quicker than the lamp of life.

There is room in the smallest cottage for a happy loving pair.

It is not the mere station of life that stamps the value on us, but the manner in which we act our part.

Love guides the stars towards each other, the world plan endures only through love.

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.