The Bible is the great family chronicle of the Jews.
The swan, like the soul of the poet, By the dull world is ill understood.
Sweet May hath come to love us, Flowers, trees, their blossoms don; And through the blue heavens above us The very clouds move on.
The artist is the child in the popular fable, every one of whose tears was a pearl.
Perhaps already I am dead, And these perhaps are phantoms vain; - These motley phantasies that pass At night through my disordered brain. Perhaps with ancient heathen shapes, Old faded gods, this brain is full; Who, for their most unholy rites, Have chosen a dead poet's skull.
Atheism is the last word of theism
No author is a man of genius to his publisher.
The fountain of love is the rose and the lily, the sun and the dove.
Newness hath an evanescent beauty.
Whenever books are burned, men also in the end are burned.
High in the air rises the forest of oaks, high over the oaks soar the eagle, high over the eagle sweep the clouds, high over the clouds gleam the stars... high over the stars sweep the angels.
Everywhere that a great soul gives utterance to its thoughts, there also is a Golgotha.
In earlier religions the spirit of the time was expressed through the individual and confirmed by miracles. In modern religions the spirit is expressed through the many and confirmed by reason.
In these times we fight for ideas and newspapers are our fortress.
Life is the greatest of blessings and death the worst of evils.... all great, powerful souls love life.
In politics, as in life, we must above all things wish only for the attainable.
Religion cannot sink lower than when somehow it is raised to a state religion ... It becomes then an avowed mistress.
I am no longer a divine biped. I am no longer the freest German after Goethe, as Ruge named me in healthier days. I am no longer the great hero No. 2, who was compared with the grape-crowned Dionysius, whilst my colleague No. 1 enjoyed the title of a Grand Ducal Weimarian Jupiter. I am no longer a joyous, somewhat corpulent Hellenist, laughing cheerfully down upon the melancholy Nazarenes. I am now a poor fatally-ill Jew, an emaciated picture of woe, an unhappy man.
There is no Sixth Commandment in art. The poet is entitled to lay his hands on whatever material he finds necessary for his work.
If thou lookest on the lime-leaf, Thou a heart's form will discover; Therefore are the lindens ever Chosen seats of each fond lover.
And the dancing has begun now, And the Dancings whirl round gaily In the waltz's giddy mazes, And the ground beneath them trembles.
The night comes stealing o'er me, And clouds are on the sea; While the wavelets rustle before me With a mystical melody.
In action, the English have the advantage enjoyed by free men always entitled to free discussion: of having a ready judgment on every question. We Germans, on the other hand, are always thinking. We think so much that we never form a judgment.
The sun's sweet ray is hovering discovered.
Man,--the aristocrat amongst the animals.
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