Drink and be thankful to the host! What seems insignificant when you have it, is important when you need it.
The uneducated person perceives only the individual phenomenon, the partly educated person the rule, and the educated person the exception.
Prose talks and poetry sings.
Genius unrefined resembles a flash of lightning, but wisdom is like the sun.
Poetry, it is often said and loudly so, is life's true mirror. But a monkey looking into a work of literature looks in vain for Socrates.
Progress will always have as its recourse to exaggerate what it cannot surpass.
Ideas are not thoughts; the thought respects the boundaries that the idea ignores thereby failing to realize itself.
You even called me stupid in your verse, and I'm almost agreeing, for where stupidity is involved, you are quite an expert, friend.
Without a notion of the transcendental, human beings would, indeed, be animals; however, only fools can be convinced of it, and only degenerates need such a conviction.
If we notice a few errors in the work of a proven master, we may and even will often be correct; if we believe, however, that he is completely and utterly mistaken, we are in danger of missing his entire concept.
No one will stop to help you when you are in need, but everyone forces opinions upon you that you do not require.
The ideas of an age are most abundant where they are not crowded by original ideas.
When the theater gates open, a mob pours inside, and it is the poet's task to turn it into an audience.
Although your knowledge is weak and small, you need not be silent: since you cannot be judges be at least witnesses.
If someone were to think that trees are made to support the sky, they would all seem too short.
No shortcomings of other people cause us to be more intolerant than those which are caricatures of our own.
Science and art, or by the same token, poetry and prose differ from one another like a journey and an excursion. The purpose of the journey is its goal, the purpose of an excursion is the process.
This searching and doubting and vacillating where nothing is clear but the arrogance of quest. I, too, had such noble ideas when I was still a boy.
It's the misfortune of German authors that not a single one of them dares to expose his true character. Everyone thinks that he has to be better than he is.
Mankind is getting smarter every day. Actually, it only seems so. At least we are making progress. We're progressing, to be sure, ever more deeply into the forest.
