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There Are Ancient And Modern Poems Which Breathe, In Their Entirety And In Every Detail, The Divine Breath Of Irony. In Such Poemsthere Lives A Real Transcendental Buffoonery. Their Interior Is Permeated By The Mood Which Surveys Everything And Rises Infinitely Above Everything Limited, Even Above The Poet's Own Art, Virtue, And Genius; And Their Exterior Form By The Histrionic Style Of An Ordinary Good Italian Buffo.

Every Uneducated Person Is A Caricature Of Himself.

He Who Has Religion Will Speak Poetry. But Philosophy Is The Tool With Which To Seek And Discover Religion.

Set Religion Free, And A New Humanity Will Begin.

In True Prose Everything Must Be Underlined.