In many a poetic work, one gets here and there, instead of representation merely a title indicating that this or that was supposedto be represented here, that the artist has been prevented from doing it and most humbly asks to be kindly excused.

An artist is he for whom the goal and center of life is to form his mind.

From what the moderns want, we must learn what poetry should become; from what the ancients did, what poetry must be.

Some speak of the public as if it were someone with whom they have had dinner at the Leipzig Fair in the Hotel de Saxe. Who is this public? The public is not a thing, but rather an idea, a postulate, like the Church.

If you want to penetrate into the heart of physics, then let yourself be initiated into the mysteries of poetry.

Wit is absolutely sociable spirit or aphoristic genius.

Irony is a clear consciousness of an eternal agility, of the infinitely abundant chaos.