All Artists Are Self-sacrificing Human Beings, And

With Respect To Ingenious Subconsciousness, I Think, Philosophers Might Well Rival Poets.

A So-called Happy Marriage Corresponds To Love As A Correct Poem To An Improvised Song.

A Priest Is He Who Lives Solely In The Realm Of The Invisible, For Whom All That Is Visible Has Only The Truth Of An Allegory.

Honor Is The Mysticism Of Legality

Imagination Must First Be Filled To The Point Of Saturation With Life Of Every Kind Before The Moment Arrives When The Friction Of Free Sociability Electrifies It To Such An Extent That The Most Gentle Stimulus Of Friendly Or Hostile Contact Elicits From It Lightning Sparks, Luminous Flashes, Or Shattering Blows.