Whilst in Prussia poets only speak of the love of country as one of the dearest of all human affections, here there is no man who does not feel, and describe with rapture, how much he loves his country.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
A man filled with the love of God is not content with blessing his family alone, but ranges through the whole world, anxious to bless the whole human race.
He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life.
A great poet is the most precious jewel of a nation.
He, who cannot forgive a trespass of malice to his enemy, has never yet tasted the most sublime enjoyment of love.
The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorbed it.
He passes from lyric to epic poetry in order to speak about the world and the torment in the world through man, rationally and emotionally. The poet then becomes a danger.
Loving a country is an act of the imagination.
Poets are the only people to whom love is not only a crucial, but an indispensable experience, which entitles them to mistake it for a universal one.
The good poet sticks to his real loves, those within the realm of possibility. He never tries to hold hands with God or the human race.
For poetry there exists neither large countries nor small. Its domain is in the heart of all men.