The universal subjugator, the commonplace.

Art is in itself noble; that is why the artist has no fear of what is common. This, indeed, is already ennobled when he takes it up.

National literature does not mean much these days; now is the age of world literature, and every one must contribute to hasten thearrival of that age.

The finished man, you know, is difficult to please; a growing mind will ever show you gratitude. --Faust 1, lines 182-3

Habit is the most imperious of all masters.

The flowers are full of honey, but only the bee finds out the sweetness.

Doesn't surprise me that Christ our Lord preferred to live with whores and sinners, seeing I go in for that myself.