A phenomenon like Mozart remains an inexplicable thing.

Idea and experience will never coincide in the center; only through art and action are they united.

There are two things parents should give their children roots and wings. Roots to give them bearing and a sense of belonging, but also wings to help free them from constraints and prejudices and give them other ways to travel (or rather, to fly).

He who serves the public is a poor animal; he worries himself to death and no one thanks him for it.

The question "From where does the poet get it?" addresses only the what, nobody learns anything about the how when asking that question.

For that is love's nature that it lays claim to exclusive right and that all other claims are nil.

Man can only endure a certain degree of unhappiness; what is beyond that either annihilates him or passes by him and leaves him apathetic