Franz Grillparzer
Franz Grillparzer
Franz Seraphicus Grillparzerwas an Austrian writer who is chiefly known for his dramas. He also wrote the oration for Ludwig van Beethoven's funeral...
NationalityAustrian
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth15 January 1791
CountryAustria
reading hero heart
Why I love the ancients so much? Aside from everything else, when I read them, the entire past between them and me unfolds at thesame time. The hearts of how many heroes and poets may have been set on fire by Plutarch's biographies which now inspire me with their own and with borrowed flames!
love hate alternatives
Love! Hate! Is there no third?
courage fear needs
Someone who is reluctant to say what he needs to say, often ends up doing so with an insolence whose crassness is proportionate tohis fear, once he gathers the necessary courage.
music art laughing
A flutist who is moved to tears by his own performance will soon make the listeners laugh because of the sounds that he produces.
beauty beautiful uplifting
Beauty satisfies the senses completely and at the same time uplifts the soul. That which gratifies the senses is pleasant, and that which uplifts the soul without being sensual in the least is good, true, right, anything you like, but not beautiful.
beauty assessment appreciate
What is the use of aesthetics if they can neither teach how to produce beauty nor how to appreciate it in good taste? It exists because it behooves rational human beings to provide reasons for their actions and assessments. Even if aesthetics are not the mathematics of beauty, they are the proof of the calculation.
philosophy philosophical religion
The old harlot, German philosophy, has finally turned into a church lady.
simple religion reason
The state has no religion for the simple reason that it has each and everyone.
strength military army
Our poetry emulates the recent progress in military strategy: Our army's strength is the foot soldiers.
poetry criticism tailors
A tailor can adapt to any medium, be it poetry, be it criticism. As a poet, he can mend, and with the scissors of criticism he candivide.
truth past yesterday
Do old people always live in the past? What yesterday was firm and true, may not be so today.
feet imagination body
Isn't it awful that cold feet make for a cold imagination and that a pair of woollen socks induce good thoughts!
writing imagination tragedy
I would love to be able to write a tragedy in my imagination--it would turn into a masterpiece.
poetry poetic poet
The present is never poetic as it serves necessity, necessity, however, is prosaic.