In Germany, a certain artistic sense is fairly common, but the artist's sense is foreign there.
Trousers and the reputation of not being a thief are similar in the following way: There is no particular honor in having them butonce they are lost, everyone thinks they have the right to insult us.
Swear words and profanities are mere abbreviations of speech, similar to the abbreviations in writing.
The German mind, may it live! Almost invisible as a mind, it finally manifests itself assertively as a conviction.
Isn't it awful that cold feet make for a cold imagination and that a pair of woollen socks induce good thoughts!
The ramparts of Vienna are crumbling into the sand; no one wants to live so confined, however, the entire country is already surrounded by a Chinese wall!
There is one privilege we'll never lose; currently it's called nationality. It means that everyone was born somewhere, which is infact self-evident.
Compilers resemble gluttonous eaters who devour excessive quantities of healthy food just to excrete them as refuse.
How frightening it is to have reached the height of human accomplishment in art that must forever borrow from life's abundance.
Only by himself, with one acre and a house, will a dunce be a dunce. Once he manages to gain power, he'll turn into a scoundrel.
The office of the prince and that of the writer are defined and assigned as follows: the nobleman gives rank to the written work,the writer provides food for the prince.
Profundity easily turns into dullness and astuteness deteriorates into wit. Be guided by natural common sense and it will accommodate great and small.
Do not push so fast ahead, do slow down a bit! Otherwise you won't catch up with yourselves.
They are miserly, the princes of Austria, you need not grieve about it; they may not donate anything, but they allow themselves tobe fleeced, the good lords.
The plot! The plot! What kind of plot could a poet possibly provide that is not surpassed by the thinking, feeling reader? Form alone is divine.
Just as the queen bee, the highest-ranking, peerless creature of her hive, is surrounded by lowly drones to please her, whereas the workers produce honey, the same way is the one who sits on the throne an equal only to himself, and no one's companion.
In the arts, foolhardiness is always harmful; even worse, however, is clumsiness.
Those whom the gods chose as their property must not consort with mortals.
Strength, strength alone, is honorable, the German nation clamors in its majesty. But since it is hard to muster strength so suddenly, they have to make do with boorishness.
Man will return to his origins. Goethe has finally become as squiggly as the city of his fathers.
Praised be the good willing women who understand and take part in the fun--the body is an exacting beater, and even the heart is made of flesh.
Schiller moves upward. Goethe comes from up above.
In certain countries, people seem to be think that three asses together make one intelligent person. However, that is completely wrong. Several asses in concreto make the ass in abstracto and that is a most terrifying animal.
Right and proof are two crutches for everything bent and crooked that limps along.
Finally and long overdue, your people, oppressed and disgraced by hatred and maliciousness, have achieved justice: now you enjoy full citizen's rights, but you'll remain Jews nonetheless.
