All lyrical work must, as a whole, be perfectly intelligible, but in some particulars a little unintelligible.

Everything factual is, in a sense, theory. The blue of the sky exhibits the basic laws of chromatics. There is no sense in looking for something behind phenomena: they are theory.

You'll never attain it unless you know the feeling.

The Evil One has left, the evil ones remain.

Whoever aspiring, struggles on, for him there is salvation.

It is always a sign of an unproductive time when it concerns itself with petty and technical aspects [in philology], and likewiseit is a sign of an unproductive person to pursue such trifles.

Who is the happiest man? He who is alive to the merit of others, and can rejoice in their enjoyment as if it were his own.