A Great Truth Is A Truth Whose

He Probably Was Mediocre After All, Though In A Very Honorable Sense Of That Word.

But My Deepest And Most Secret Love Belongs To The Fair-haired And The Blue-eyed, The Bright Children Of Life, The Happy, The Charming And The Ordinary.

Reduced To A Miserable Mass Level, The Level Of A Hitler, German Romanticism Broke Out Into Hysterical Barbarism.

Solitude Produces Originality, Bold And Astonishing Beauty, Poetry. But Solitude Also Produces Perverseness, The Disproportianate, The Absurd And The Forbidden.

For To Be Poised Against Fatality, To Meet Adverse Conditions Gracefully, Is More Than Simple Endurance; It Is An Act Of Aggression, A Positive Triumph.