No Idea Is Isolated, But Is Only

If You Want To See Mankind Fully, Look At A Family. Within The Family Minds Become Organically One, And For This Reason The Family Is Total Poetry.

I Can No Longer Say My Love And Your Love; They Are Both Alike In Their Perfect Mutuality.

The Naive Is What Is Or Appears To Be Natural, Individual, Or Classical To The Point Of Irony Or To The Point Of Continuous Alternation Of Self-creation And Self-destruction. If It Is Only Instinct, Then It Is Childlike, Childish, Or Silly; If It Is Only Intention, It Becomes Affectation.

In Many A Poetic Work, One Gets Here And There, Instead Of Representation Merely A Title Indicating That This Or That Was Supposedto Be Represented Here, That The Artist Has Been Prevented From Doing It And Most Humbly Asks To Be Kindly Excused.

One Has Only As Much Morality As One Has Philosophy And Poetry.