What is the path? There is no path. On into the unknown.

The most original of authors are not so because they advance what is new, but more because they know how to say something, as if it had never been said before.

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.

The force of a language does not consist of rejecting what is foreign but of swallowing it.

The human race is a monotonous affair. Most people spend the greatest part of their time working in order to live, and what little freedom remains so fills them with fear that they seek out any and every means to be rid of it.

Artists have a double relationship towards nature: they are her master and her slave at the same time. They are her slave in so far as they must work with means of this world so as to be understood; her master in so far as they subject these means to their higher goals and make them subservient to them.

The church alone beyond all question Has for ill-gotten goods the right digestion.