Love! Hate! Is There No Third?

It Is The Emotions To Which One Objects In Germany Most Of All.

Do Not Push So Fast Ahead, Do Slow Down A Bit! Otherwise You Won't Catch Up With Yourselves.

The Noble Woman Is Half A Man, Even A Complete One. Only Their Imperfections Make Them Women.

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.

Gold Is The Gift Of Vanity And Common Pride, But Flowers Are The Gift Of Love And Friendship.