Novels Are The Socratic Dialogues Of Our

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

Poetry Can Be Criticized Only Through Poetry. A Critique Which Itself Is Not A Work Of Art, Either In Content As Representation Of The Necessary Impression In The Process Of Creation, Or Through Its Beautiful Form And In Its Liberal Tone In The Spirit Of The Old Roman Satire, Has No Right Of Citizenship In The Realm Of Art.

Since Philosophy Now Criticizes Everything It Comes Across, A Critique Of Philosophy Would Be Nothing Less Than A Just Reprisal.

There Is No Self-knowledge But An Historical One. No One Knows What He Himself Is Who Does Not Know His Fellow Men, Especially The Most Prominent One Of The Community, The Master's Master, The Genius Of The Age.

Considered Subjectively, Philosophy Always Begins In The Middle, Like An Epic Poem.