There is no Sixth Commandment in art. The poet is entitled to lay his hands on whatever material he finds necessary for his work.

Thought is invisible nature.

The Portuguese, Dutch and English have been for a long time year after year, shipping home the treasures of India in their big vessels. We Germans have been all along been left to watch it. Germany would do likewise, but hers would be treasures of spiritual knowledge.

We know only that our entire existence is forced into new paths and disrupted, that new circumstances, new joys and new sorrows await us, and that the unknown has its uncanny attractions, alluring and at the same time anguishing.

No author is a man of genius to his publisher.

The men of action are, after all, only the unconscious instruments of the men of thought.

No compass has ever been invented for the high seas of matrimony.