The Germans Believe That, No Matter Where,

What Raises Great Poetry Above All Else--it Is The Entire Person And Also The Entire World.

Genius Resembles A Bell; In Order To Ring It Must Be Suspended Into Pure Air, And When A Foreign Body Touches It, Its Joyful Toneis Silenced.

The Thing That Pleases Is Not Always Good And, Helas, The Good Thing Does Not Always Please.

The Manifestation Of Poetry In External Life Is Formal Perfection. True Sentiment Grows Within, And Art Must Represent Internal Phenomena Externally.

No Shortcomings Of Other People Cause Us To Be More Intolerant Than Those Which Are Caricatures Of Our Own.