In A Work Of Art, Chaos Must

Nothing Is More Indispensable To True Religiosity Than A Mediator That Links Us With Divinity.

To Become Properly Acquainted With A Truth, We Must First Have Disbelieved It, And Disputed Against It.

Poetry Heals The Wounds Inflicted By Reason.

The Artist Stands On The Human Being As A Statue Does On A Pedestal.

I Was Still Blind, But Twinkling Stars Did Dance Throughout My Being's Limitless Expanse, Nothing Had Yet Drawn Close, Only At Distant Stages I Found Myself, A Mere Suggestion Sensed In Past And Future Ages.