Women Are Treated As Unjustly In Poetry

The Historian Is A Prophet Looking Backward.

Sense (for A Particular Art, Science, Human Being, And So Forth) Is Divided Spirit; Self-restraint Is Consequently The Result Of Self-creation And Self-destruction.

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.

A Priest Is He Who Lives Solely In The Realm Of The Invisible, For Whom All That Is Visible Has Only The Truth Of An Allegory.

Only Through Religion Can Logic Develop Into Philosophy, Only From This Source Stems That Which Makes Philosophy More Than Science. And Without Religion We Will Have Only Novels, Or The Triviality Today Called Belles Lettres Instead Of An Eternally Rich And Infinite Poetry.