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Lyrical poetry is much the same an every age, as the songs of the nightingales in every spring-time.
Man,--the aristocrat amongst the animals.
Mark this well, ye proud men of action! Ye are, after all, nothing but unconscious instruments of the men of thought.
Matrimony,--the high sea for which no compass has yet been invented.
Money is the god of our time, and Rothschild is his prophet.
Music played at weddings always reminds me of the music played for soldiers before they go into battle.
My heart resembles the ocean; has storm, and ebb and flow; and many a beautiful pearl lies hid in its depths below.
Napoleon healed through sword and fire the sick nation.
- see Scherer "History of German Literature", II, 116
Newness hath an evanescent beauty.
Nothing is sillier than this charge of plagiarism. There is no sixth commandment in art. The poet dare help himself wherever he lists, wherever he finds material suited to his work. He may even appropriate entire columns with their carved capitals, if the temple he thus supports be a beautiful one. Goethe understood this very well, and so did Shakespeare before him.
One should forgive one's enemies, but not before they are hanged.
Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucid moments when he was merely stupid.
Our souls must become expanded by the contemplation of Nature's grandeur, before we can fully comprehend the greatness of man.
Phychical pain is more easily borne than physical; and if I had my choice between a bad conscience and a bad tooth, I should choose the former.
Poverty sits by the cradle of all our great men, and rocks them up to manhood; and this meager foster-mother remains their faithful companion throughout life.
Pretty women without religion are like flowers without perfume.
Reason exercises merely the function of preserving order, is, so to say, the police in the region of art. In life it is mostly a cold arithmetician summing up our follies.
Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all.
Society is a republic. When an individual endeavors to lift himself above his fellows, he is dragged down by the mass, either by means of ridicule or of calumny. No one shall be more virtuous or more intellectually gifted than others. Whoever, by the irresistible force of genius, rises above the common herd is certain to be ostracised by society, which will pursue him with such merciless derision and detraction that at last he will be compelled to retreat into the solitude of his thoughts.
Terrible as is war, it yet displays the spiritual grandeur of man daring to defy his mightiest hereditary enemy--death.
The artist is the child in the popular fable, every one of whose tears was a pearl. Ah! the world, that cruel step-mother, beats the poor child the harder to make him shed more pearls.
The fountain of love is the rose and the lily, the sun and the dove.
The men of action are, after all, only the unconscious instruments of the men of thought.
The negro king desired to be portrayed as white. But do not laugh at the poor African; for every man is but another negro king, and would like to appear in a color different from that with which Fate has bedaubed him.
The same fact that Boccaccio offers in support of religion might be adduced in behalf of a republic: "It exists in spite of its ministers."
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