First and last, what is demanded of genius is love of truth.

There is but one poetry,--true poetry.

A school of art or of anything else is to be looked on as a single individual, who keeps talking to himself for a hundred years, and feels an extreme satisfaction with his own circle of favorite ideas, be they ever so silly.

He who moves not forward, goes backward.

Every author in some way portrays himself in his works, even if it be against his will.

And step by step, along the path of life, There's nothing true but Heaven.

The history of knowledge is a great fugue in which the voices of the nations one after the other emerge.