Life is the childhood of our immortality.

Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing; a confusion of the real with the ideal never goes unpunished.

After all, poets shouldn't be their own interpreters and shouldn't carefully dissect their poems into everyday prose; that would mean the end of being poets. Poets send their creations into the world, it is up to the reader, the aesthetician, and the critic to determine what they wanted to say with their creations.

The theater has often been at variance with the pulpit; they ought not to quarrel. How much is it to be wished that in both the celebration of nature and of God were intrusted to none but men of noble minds.

To think is easy. To act is difficult. To act as one thinks is the most difficult.

We can stand only a certain amount of unhappiness; anything beyond that annihilates us or passes us by, leaving us apathethetic.

The public wishes itself to be managed like a woman; one must say nothing to it except what it likes to hear.