All Things Are Only Transitory.

If A Poet Would Work Politically, He Must Give Himself Up To A Party; And So Soon As He Does That, He Is Lost As A Poet.

For What One Has In Black And White, One Can Carry Home In Comfort.

If You Miss The First Buttonhole, You Will Not Succeed In Buttoning Up Your Coat.

Then To The Depths! - I Could As Well Say Height: It's All The Same.

Perfection Is The Measure Of Heaven, And The Wish To Be Perfect The Measure Of Man.