I Hate Everything That Merely Instructs Me

Ah, How Often I've Cursed Those Foolish Pages, That Showed My Youthful Sufferings To Everyone! If Werther Had Been My Brother, And I'd Killed Him, His Sad Ghost Could Hardly Have Persecuted Me More.

All Men Would Be Masters Of Others, And No Man Is Lord Of Himself.

What Matters In Art Is Not Thinking But Making.

One Must Keep Repeating The Truth.

He Who Possesses Art And Science Has Religion; He Who Does Not Possess Them, Needs Religion.