Laziness Is The One Divine Fragment Of

We Do Not See God, But Everywhere We See Something Divine; First And Most Typically In The Center Of A Reasonable Man, In The Depth Of A Living Human Product. You Can Directly Feel And Think Nature, The Universe, But Not The Godhead. Only The Man Among Men Can Poetize And Think Divinely And Live With Religion.

God Is Each Truly And Exalted Thing, Therefore The Individual Himself To The Highest Degree. But Are Not Nature And The World Individuals?

God The Father, And Even More Often The Devil Himself, Appears At Times In The Place Of Fate In The Modern Tragedy. Why Is It Thatthis Has Not Induced Any Scholar To Develop A Theory Of The Diabolical Genre?

There Are Ancient And Modern Poems Which Breathe, In Their Entirety And In Every Detail, The Divine Breath Of Irony. In Such Poemsthere Lives A Real Transcendental Buffoonery. Their Interior Is Permeated By The Mood Which Surveys Everything And Rises Infinitely Above Everything Limited, Even Above The Poet's Own Art, Virtue, And Genius; And Their Exterior Form By The Histrionic Style Of An Ordinary Good Italian Buffo.

It Is As Deadly For A Mind To Have A System As To Have None. Therefore It Will Have To Decide To Combine Both.