In The Arts, Foolhardiness Is Always Harmful;

The Graceful Flowers Of Innocence Are More Valuable Than The Laurel Crown Of Fame.

The German Mind, May It Live! Almost Invisible As A Mind, It Finally Manifests Itself Assertively As A Conviction.

I Would Love To Be Able To Write A Tragedy In My Imagination--it Would Turn Into A Masterpiece.

Disregard For The Consequences And For Right And Wrong Nowadays Passes As Energy.

Art Is Eternally Young, But The Poet Ages. If Only He Remained As Young As Art! If Only It Aged With Him!