How Many Authors Are There Among Writers?

Without Poetry, Religion Becomes Obscure, False, And Malignant; Without Philosophy, Licentious In All Wantonness, And Lascivious To The Point Of Self-castration.

Irony Is A Clear Consciousness Of An Eternal Agility, Of The Infinitely Abundant Chaos.

The Obsession With Moderation Is The Spirit Of Castrated Narrow-mindedness.

What Do The Few Existing Mystics Still Do? -- They More Or Less Mold The Raw Chaos Of Already Existing Religion. But Only In An Isolated, Insignificant Manner, Through Feeble Attempts. Do It In A Grand Manner From All Aspects With Unified Efforts, And Let Us Awaken All Religions From Their Graves, Newly Revivify And Form The Immortal Ones Through The Omnipotence Of Art And Science.

Eternal Life And The Invisible World Are Only To Be Sought In God. Only Within Him Do All Spirits Dwell. He Is An Abyss Of Individuality, The Only Infinite Plenitude.