Religion And Morals Are Symmetrically Opposed, Just

An Artist Is He For Whom The Goal And Center Of Life Is To Form His Mind.

Religion Must Completely Encircle The Spirit Of Ethical Man Like His Element, And This Luminous Chaos Of Divine Thoughts And Feelings Is Called Enthusiasm.

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.

Every Relationship Of Man To The Infinite Is Religion, Namely Of A Man In The Full Abundance Of His Humanity. Whenever A Mathematician Calculates Infinity, That, To Be Sure, Is Not Religion. Infinity Conceived In This Abundance Is The Godhead.

Every Philosophical Review Ought To Be A Philosophy Of Reviews At The Same Time.