Here too it’s masquerade, I find: As everywhere, the dance of mind.I grasped a lovely masked procession,And caught things from a horror show…I’d gladly settle for a false impression,If it would last a little longer, though.

He who cannot draw on three thousand years is living from hand to mouth.

Anything in the world can be endured, except a series of wonderful days.

Classicism is health, romanticisim is sickness.

How many years you have to keep on doing until you know what to do and how to do!

What's foreign one can't always keep quite clear of,For good things, oft, are not so near;A German can't endure the French to see or hear of,Yet drinks their wines with hearty cheer.