Nothing is sillier than this charge of plagiarism. There is no sixth commandment in art. The poet dare help himself wherever he lists, wherever he finds material suited to his work. He may even appropriate entire columns with their carved capitals, if the temple he thus supports be a beautiful one. Goethe understood this very well, and so did Shakespeare before him.

Matrimony; the high sea for which no compass has yet been invented.

If one has no heart, one cannot write for the masses.

The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night With comfort are downward gazing.

Whenever books are burned, men also in the end are burned.

Thought is invisible nature.

Where words leave off, music begins.