All The Classical Genres Are Now Ridiculous

As Long As The Artist Invents And Is Inspired, He Remains In A Constrained State Of Mind, At Least For The Purpose Of Communication. He Then Wants To Say Everything, Which Is The Wrong Tendency Of Young Geniuses Or The Right Prejudice Of Old Bunglers. Thus, He Fails To Recognize The Value And Dignity Of Self-restraint, Which Is Indeed For Both The Artist And The Man The First And The Last, The Most Necessary And The Highest Goal.

Only He Who Possesses A Personal Religion, An Original View Of Infinity, Can Be An Artist.

In The World Of Language, Or In Other Words In The World Of Art And Liberal Education, Religion Necessarily Appears As Mythology Or As Bible.

Can We Expect The Redemption Of The World From Scholars? I Doubt It. But The Time Has Come For All Artists To Join Together As A Confederation In An Eternal League.

The Poetry Of This One Is Called Philosophical, Of That One Philological, Of A Third Rhetorical, And So On. Which Is Then The Poetic Poetry?