In The Ancients, One Sees The Accomplished

In England, Wit Is At Least A Profession, If Not An Art. Everything Becomes Professional There, And Even The Rogues Of That Islandare Pedants. So Are The "wits" There Too. They Introduce Into Reality Absolute Freedom Whose Reflection Lends A Romantic And Piquant Air To Wit, And Thus They Live Wittily; Hence Their Talent For Madness. They Die For Their Principles.

The Life And Vigor Of Poetry Consists Of The Fact That It Steps Out Of Itself, Tears Out A Section Of Religion, Then Withdraws Into Itself To Assimilate It. The Same Is True Of Philosophy.

Where There Is Politics Or Economics, There Is No Morality.

German Writings Attain Popularity Through A Great Name, Or Through Personalities, Or Through Good Connections, Or Through Effort,or Through Moderate Immorality, Or Through Accomplished Incomprehensibility, Or Through Harmonious Platitude, Or Through Versatile Boredom, Or Through Constant Striving After The Absolute.

What Is Called Good Society Is Usually Nothing But A Mosaic Of Polished Caricatures.