Only he who possesses a personal religion, an original view of infinity, can be an artist. — Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel Copy Share Image
One mentions many artists who are actually art works of nature. — Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel Copy Share Image
All artists are self-sacrificing human beings, and to become an artist is nothing but to devote oneself to the subterranean gods. — Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel Copy Share Image
An artist is he for whom the goal and center of life is to form his mind — Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel Copy Share Image
Art and works of art do not make an artist; sense and enthusiasm and instinct do. — Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel Copy Share Image
If one believes philosophers, then what we call religion is only a deliberately popularized or an instinctively artless philosophy. Poets seem to… — Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel Copy Share Image
The life of the artist should be distinguished from that of all other people, even in external habits. They are Brahmins, a… — Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel Copy Share Image
Since poetry is infinitely valuable, I do not understand why it should be more valuable than this or that which is also… — Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel Copy Share Image
In many a poetic work, one gets here and there, instead of representation merely a title indicating that this or that was… — Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel Copy Share Image
Through artists mankind becomes an individual, in that they unite the past and the future in the present. They are the higher… — Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel Copy Share Image
Can we expect the redemption of the world from scholars? I doubt it. But the time has come for all artists to… — Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel Copy Share Image
As long as the artist invents and is inspired, he remains in a constrained state of mind, at least for the purpose… — Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel Copy Share Image
An artist is he who has his center within himself. He who lacks this must choose a particular leader and mediator outside… — Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel Copy Share Image
Even a friendly conversation which cannot be at any given moment be broken off voluntarily with complete arbitrariness has something illiberal about… — Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel Copy Share Image
The symmetry and organization of history teaches us that mankind, during its existence and development, genuinely was and became an individual, a person. In… — Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel Copy Share Image
Both in their origins and effects, boredom and stuffy air resemble each other. They are usually generated whenever a large number of people gather… — Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel Copy Share Image
Every good man progressively becomes God. To become God, to be man, and to educate oneself, are expressions that are synonymous. — Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel Copy Share Image
The naive is what is or appears to be natural, individual, or classical to the point of irony or to the point of continuous… — Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel Copy Share Image
Women are treated as unjustly in poetry as in life. The feminine ones are not idealistic, and the idealistic not feminine. — Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel Copy Share Image
In every good poem everything must be both deliberate and instinctive. That is how the poem becomes ideal. — Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel Copy Share Image
Only he who possesses a personal religion, an original view of infinity, can be an artist. — Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel Copy Share Image
Wit as an instrument of revenge is as infamous as art is as a means of sensual titillation. — Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel Copy Share Image
Where philosophy ends, poetry must commence. There should not be a common point of view, a natural manner of thinking which standsin contrast to… — Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel Copy Share Image
Life is writing. The sole purpose of mankind is to engrave the thoughts of divinity onto the tablets of nature. — Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel Copy Share Image
Religion can emerge in all forms of feeling: here wild anger, there the sweetest pain; here consuming hatred, there the childlike smile of serene… — Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel Copy Share Image
