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Viewed From The Summit Of Reason, All Life Looks Like A Malignant Disease And The World Like A Madhouse.

Where Is The Man Who Has The Strength To Be True, And To Show Himself As He Is?

I Had Toward The Poetic Art A Peculiar Relation Which Was Only Practical After I Had Cherished In My Mind For A Long Time A Subject Which Possessed Me, A Model Which Inspired Me, A Predecessor Who Attracted Me, Until At Length, After I Had Molded It

You Don't Love If You Don't Take The Beloved's Faults For Virtues.

Whatever Is The Lot Of Humankind I Want To Taste Within My Deepest Self. I Want To Seize The Highest And The Lowest, To Load Its Woe And Bliss Upon My Breast, And Thus Expand My Single Self Titanically And In The End Go Down With All The Rest.