Master and Doctor are my titles; for ten years now, without repose, I held my erudite recitals and led my pupils by the nose.

I bid the chords sweet music make, And all must follow in my wake.

What must the English and French think of the language of our philosophers when we Germans do not understand it ourselves?

The true poet is called to take in the splendor of the world and for that reason will always be inclined to praise rather than tofind fault.

Error is to truth as sleep is to waking. I have observed that one turns, as if refreshed, from error back to truth.

Tolerance should really only be a passing attitude: it should lead to appreciation. To tolerate is to offend.

The further one advances in experience, the closer one comes to the unfathomable; the more one learns to utilize experience, the more one recognizes that the unfathomable is of no practical value.