In The Ancients, One Sees The Accomplished

Gracefulness Is A Correct Life: Sensuality Which Contemplates And Forms Itself.

The Genuine Priest Always Feels Something Higher Than Compassion.

There Is No Self-knowledge But An Historical One. No One Knows What He Himself Is Who Does Not Know His Fellow Men, Especially The Most Prominent One Of The Community, The Master's Master, The Genius Of The Age.

All The Classical Genres Are Now Ridiculous In Their Rigorous Purity.

The Poetry Of This One Is Called Philosophical, Of That One Philological, Of A Third Rhetorical, And So On. Which Is Then The Poetic Poetry?