All understanding begins in wonder!

If a poet would work politically, he must give himself up to a party; and so soon as he does that, he is lost as a poet.

The eternal feminine draws us on high.

Does not man lack the force at the very point where he needs it most? And when he soars upward in joy, or sinks down in suffering, is not checked in both, is he not returned again to the dull, cold sphere of awareness, just when he was longing to lose himself in the fullness of the infinite.

While man's desires and aspirations stir he cannot choose but err.

I will say with Lorenzo de Medici that those who do not hope for another life are always dead to this one.

Classicism is health, romanticisim is sickness.