Franz Seraphicus Grillparzer (15 January 1791 – 21 January 1872) was an Austrian writer who is chiefly known for his dramas. He also wrote the oration for Ludwig van Beethoven's funeral.
The real genres: good and bad.
To enlist the support of the people and of parliament, you only have to propose a profitable villainy.
Prose and poetry are as different as food and drink.
Genius differs from talent not by the amount of original thoughts, but by making the latter fertile and by positioning them properly, in other words, by integrating everything into a whole, whereas talent produces only fragments, no matter how beautiful.
The prince exults whomever he selects as his consort, but the queen, rather than elevating the subject of her choice, humiliates him as a man. By all that is right, a man is not intended to be the husband of his wife, but a woman is to be her husband's wife.
It's the misfortune of German authors that not a single one of them dares to expose his true character. Everyone thinks that he has to be better than he is.
In the long run, only woman remains true to mankind's foremost mission. Whatever she achieves, she achieves through herself, and alone. Man's master is the--public.
Why do villains have so much influence? Because the honest people are terribly dense.
Austrian soldiers are like horses: brave but easily frightened.
It is good insofar as it is not evil.
Chance arrives unannounced. It emerges, and when it leaves, we are lucky if the changes it has produced are only external.
Why do comparisons of words and tone poems (poetry and music) never take into consideration that the word is a mere signifier, but that the sound, aside from being a signifier, is also an object?
Lap-dogs and blood-hounds enjoy the greatest respect at court; house-dogs and no dogs at all are not even considered.
The state has no religion for the simple reason that it has each and everyone.
Why must ancients, and provided the same talent, be better than modern authors? Free to exploit the vast realm of the simpleand the natural, they did not have to be artificial in order to be original (which every artist aspires to be).
The present is never poetic as it serves necessity, necessity, however, is prosaic.
Morality, a muzzle for the will; logic, a climbing iron for the mind.
Science and art, or by the same token, poetry and prose differ from one another like a journey and an excursion. The purpose of the journey is its goal, the purpose of an excursion is the process.
Drink and be thankful to the host! What seems insignificant when you have it, is important when you need it.
Love wants to be confirmed with concrete symbols, but recklessness loves instability.