The obsession with moderation is the spirit of castrated narrow-mindedness.

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

All the great truths are basically trivial and so we have to find new ways, preferably paradoxical ways, of expressing them, in order to keep them from falling into oblivion.

Those works whose ideal has not as much living reality and, as it were, personality as the beloved one or a friend had better remain unwritten. They would at least never become works of art.

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.

One mentions many artists who are actually art works of nature.

Both in their origins and effects, boredom and stuffy air resemble each other. They are usually generated whenever a large number of people gather together in a closed room.