Religion Can Emerge In All Forms Of

Wit Is Absolutely Sociable Spirit Or Aphoristic Genius.

The Obsession With Moderation Is The Spirit Of Castrated Narrow-mindedness.

In England, Wit Is At Least A Profession, If Not An Art. Everything Becomes Professional There, And Even The Rogues Of That Islandare Pedants. So Are The "wits" There Too. They Introduce Into Reality Absolute Freedom Whose Reflection Lends A Romantic And Piquant Air To Wit, And Thus They Live Wittily; Hence Their Talent For Madness. They Die For Their Principles.

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.

Is It Not Superfluous To Write More Than One Novel If The Writer Has Not Become, Say, A New Man? Obviously, All The Novels Of An Author Not Infrequently Belong Together And Are To A Certain Degree Only One Novel.