He Who Has Religion Will Speak Poetry.

Nothing Is More Witty And Grotesque Than Ancient Mythology And Christianity; That Is Because They Are So Mystical.

Religion Can Emerge In All Forms Of Feeling: Here Wild Anger, There The Sweetest Pain; Here Consuming Hatred, There The Childlike Smile Of Serene Humility.

The Analytical Writer Observes The Reader As He Is; Accordingly, He Makes His Calculation, Sets His Machine To Make The Appropriate Effect On Him. The Synthetic Writer Constructs And Creates His Own Reader; He Does Not Imagine Him As Resting And Dead, But Lively And Advancing Toward Him. He Makes That Which He Had Invented Gradually Take Shape Before The Reader's Eyes, Or He Tempts Him To Do The Inventing For Himself. He Does Not Want To Make A Particular Effect On Him, But Rather Enters Into A Solemn Relationship Of Innermost Symphilosophy Or Sympoetry.

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.

An Aphorism Ought To Be Entirely Isolated From The Surrounding World Like A Little Work Of Art And Complete In Itself Like A Hedgehog.