In Art, To Express The Infinite One

The Angles Even Draw Strength From Gazing On Its Glance, Though None Its Meaning Fathom May; The World's Unwither'd Countenance Is Bright As At Creation's Day.

Stood I, O Nature! Man Alone In Thee, Then Were It Worth One's While A Man To Be.

Pity On The Person Who Has Become Accustomed To Seeing In Necessity Something Arbitrary, Who Ascribes To The Arbitrary Some Sort Of Reason, And Even Claims That Following That Sort Of Reason Has Religious Value.

All Understanding Begins In Wonder!

Everyone Is Deceived In His Hopes, Cheated In His Expectations.