Think Of Something Finite Molded Into The

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.

In The Ancients, One Sees The Accomplished Letter Of Entire Poetry: In The Moderns, One Has The Presentiment Of The Spirit In Becoming.

As Long As The Artist Invents And Is Inspired, He Remains In A Constrained State Of Mind, At Least For The Purpose Of Communication. He Then Wants To Say Everything, Which Is The Wrong Tendency Of Young Geniuses Or The Right Prejudice Of Old Bunglers. Thus, He Fails To Recognize The Value And Dignity Of Self-restraint, Which Is Indeed For Both The Artist And The Man The First And The Last, The Most Necessary And The Highest Goal.

The Following Are The Universally Fundamental Laws Of Literary Communication: 1. One Must Have Something To Communicate; 2. One Must Have Someone To Whom To Communicate It; 3. One Must Really Communicate It, Not Merely Express It For Oneself Alone. Otherwise It Would Be More To The Point To Remain Silent.

He Who Does Not Become Familiar With Nature Through Love Will Never Know Her.