There Exists Above The "productive" Man A

All Of Life Is A Dispute Over Taste And Tasting.

And When Your Soul Becometh Great, Then Doth It Become Haughty, And In Your Sublimity There Is Wickedness.

What Was Silent In The Father Speaks In The Son, And Often I Found In The Son The Unveiled Secret Of The Father.

Every Word Is A Prejudice.

In Art The End Does Not Sanctify The Means: But Sacred Means Employed Here Can Sanctify The End.