Art Is Eternally Young, But The Poet

What A Pathetic Creature Is Man! His Senses Are Awakened By The Hope For The Very Thing Whose Consummation Puts Him To Sleep.

Man Lives Two Lives, Woe, Were It Otherwise! One Is Seized By Death, The Other One, His Honor, Remains.

The Course Of Modern Learning Leads From Humanism Via Nationalism To Bestiality.

Servants Honor Their Master By Their Service.

Man Will Return To His Origins. Goethe Has Finally Become As Squiggly As The City Of His Fathers.