There is so much poetry, and yet nothing is more rare than a poetic work. This is what the masses make out of poetical sketches, studies, aphorisms, trends, ruins, and raw material.

A priest is he who lives solely in the realm of the invisible, for whom all that is visible has only the truth of an allegory.

He who has religion will speak poetry. But philosophy is the tool with which to seek and discover religion.

What is lost in the good or excellent translation is precisely the best.

Beauty is that which is simultaneously attractive and sublime.

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.

Every relationship of man to the infinite is religion, namely of a man in the full abundance of his humanity. Whenever a mathematician calculates infinity, that, to be sure, is not religion. Infinity conceived in this abundance is the Godhead.