Certain Flaws Are Necessary For The Whole.

Happy Contractedness Of Youth, Nay, Of Mankind In General, That They Think Neither Of The High Nor The Deep, Of The True Nor The False, But Only Of What Is Suited To Their Own Conceptions.

A Creation Of Importance Can Only Be Produced When Its Author Isolates Himself, It Is A Child Of Solitude.

Man Errs As Long As He Strives.

Love Does Not Rule; But It Trains, And That Is More.

Everything Perfect In Its Kind Has To Transcend Its Own Kind, It Must Become Something Different And Incomparable. In Some Notes The Nightingale Is Still A Bird; Then It Rises Above Its Class And Seems To Suggest To Every Winged Creature What Singing Is Truly Like.