Everything In The World May Be Endured,

And We Went Our Separate Ways Without Having Understood Each Other. As In This World Nobody Understands The Other Easily.

The Poet Should Seize The Particular, And He Should, If There Be Anything Sound In It, Thus Represent The Universal.

A State Of Affairs Which Leads To Daily Vexation Is Not The Right State.

Care Is Taken That Trees Do Not Grow Into The Sky. [ger., Es Ist Dafur Gesorgt, Dass Die Baume Nicht In Den Himmel Wachsen.]

The World Is For Thousands A Freak Show; The Images Flicker Past And Vanish; The Impressions Remain Flat And Unconnected In The Soul. Thus They Are Easily Led By The Opinions Of Others, Are Content To Let Their Impressions Be Shuffled And Rearranged And Evaluated Differently.