No Idea Is Isolated, But Is Only

Novels Tend To End As The Paternoster Begins: With The Kingdom Of God On Earth.

Genius Is, To Be Sure, Not A Matter Of Arbitrariness, But Rather Of Freedom, Just As Wit, Love, And Faith, Which Once Shall Become Arts And Disciplines. We Should Demand Genius From Everybody, Without, However, Expecting It.

The Life Of The Artist Should Be Distinguished From That Of All Other People, Even In External Habits. They Are Brahmins, A Higher Caste, Not Ennobled By Birth, However, But Through Deliberate Self-initiation.

Even A Friendly Conversation Which Cannot Be At Any Given Moment Be Broken Off Voluntarily With Complete Arbitrariness Has Something Illiberal About It. An Artist, However, Who Is Able And Wants To Express Himself Completely, Who Keeps Nothing To Himself And Would Wish To Say Everything He Knows, Is Very Much To Be Pitied.

Religion Can Emerge In All Forms Of Feeling: Here Wild Anger, There The Sweetest Pain; Here Consuming Hatred, There The Childlike Smile Of Serene Humility.