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The hat is the pride of man; for he who cannot keep his hat on before kings and emperors is no free man.
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Joy from truth's own glass of fireSweetly on the searcher smiles;Lest on virtue's steeps he tire,Joy the tedious path beguiles.High on faith's bright hill before us,See her banner proudly wave!Joy, too, swells the angels' chorus,- Bursts the bondage of the grave!
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As noble Art has survived noble nature, so too she marches ahead of it, fashioning and awakening by her inspiration. Before Truth sends her triumphant light into the depths of the heart, imagination catches its rays, and the peaks of humanity will be glowing when humid night still lingers in the valleys.
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It is difficult to discriminate the voice of truth from amid the clamor raised by heated partisans.
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My son, there's nothing insignificant,Nothing! But yet in every earthly thingFirst and most principal is place and time.
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Nothing, it is true, is more common than for both Science and Art to pay homage to the spirit of the age, and for creative taste to accept the law of critical taste.
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Full of wisdom are the ordinations of fate.
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Der Menscheit Würde ist in Eure Hand gegeben, bewahret Sie! Sie sinkt mit euch! Mit euch wird sie sich heben!
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We are citizens of an age, as well as of a State; and if it is held to be unseemly, or even inadmissable, for a man to cut himself off from the customs and manners of the circle in which he lives, why should it be less of a duty, in the choice of his activity, to submit his decision to the needs and the taste of his century?
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Lo, the dead shall rise to heaven!Brethren hail the blest decree;Every sin shall be forgiven,Hell forever cease to be!
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As freely as the firmament embraces the world, or the sun pours forth impartially his beams, so mercy must encircle both friend and foe.
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Every true genius is bound to be naive.
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The intelligible forms of ancient poets,The fair humanities of old religion,The power, the beauty, and the majestyThat had their haunts in dale or piny mountain,Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring,Or chasms and watery depths, - all these have vanished;They live no longer in the faith of reason.
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What the inner voice saysWill not disappoint the hoping soul.
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Only through Beauty's morning gate, dost thou enter the land of Knowledge.
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Aesthetic matters are fundamental for the harmonious development of both society and the individual.
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Das Leben ist Nur ein Moment, der Tod ist auch nur einer!
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No doubt the artist is the child of his time; but woe to him if he is also its disciple, or even its favorite.
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Who dares nothing, need hope for nothing.
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O who knows what slumbers in the background of the times?
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Bow before him, all creation!Mortals, own the God of love!Seek him high the stars above,-Yonder is his habitation!
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Life is earnest, art is gay.
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I am calledThe richest monarch in the Christian world;The sun in my dominion never sets.
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Of all the possessions of this life fame is the noblest; when the body has sunk into the dust the great name still lives.