He Who Does Not Become Familiar With

Genius Is, To Be Sure, Not A Matter Of Arbitrariness, But Rather Of Freedom, Just As Wit, Love, And Faith, Which Once Shall Become Arts And Disciplines. We Should Demand Genius From Everybody, Without, However, Expecting It.

What Is Lost In The Good Or Excellent Translation Is Precisely The Best.

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.

If One Believes Philosophers, Then What We Call Religion Is Only A Deliberately Popularized Or An Instinctively Artless Philosophy. Poets Seem To Consider Religion Rather As A Variation Of Poetry Which By Misjudging Its Proper Beautiful Game Takes Itself Too Seriously And One-sidedly. Philosophy, However, Admits And Recognizes That It Can Begin And Complete Itself Only With Religion. Poetry Seeks Only To Strive For The Infinite And Despises Worldly Utility And Culture, Which Are The True Antitheses Of Religion. Eternal Peace Among Artists Is Thus Not Far Away.

He Who Does Not Become Familiar With Nature Through Love Will Never Know Her.