I've Never Been On Good Terms With

I Look Around Me And Nowhere Do I See A Stamp Of Disapproval With Which Nature Marked A Woman's Candid Brow.

It Is Good Insofar As It Is Not Evil.

Science And Art, Or By The Same Token, Poetry And Prose Differ From One Another Like A Journey And An Excursion. The Purpose Of The Journey Is Its Goal, The Purpose Of An Excursion Is The Process.

The Likeness Of The World? A Shadow! And World's Glory? A Dream!

Genius Resembles A Bell; In Order To Ring It Must Be Suspended Into Pure Air, And When A Foreign Body Touches It, Its Joyful Toneis Silenced.