The Bohemian Forest: it is like a melancholy song that truly tugs on our heartstrings. Monotonous, unchanging, the wood and gloomy moorland lie before us, reciting an epic poem the like of which is rarely seen, an epic of a sunk and sinking race of giants, brought up by nature and gruesomely destroying it. That is the sound of the song, and if you have an attentive ear, you can hear its notes, and if you know how to read, the ground opens up for you like an informative book, a book with uncounted pages.

Carl Klostermann