As The Ancient Commander Addressed His Soldiers

All Men Are Somewhat Ridiculous And Grotesque, Just Because They Are Men; And In This Respect Artists Might Well Be Regarded As Man Multiplied By Two. So It Is, Was, And Shall Be.

Some Speak Of The Public As If It Were Someone With Whom They Have Had Dinner At The Leipzig Fair In The Hotel De Saxe. Who Is This Public? The Public Is Not A Thing, But Rather An Idea, A Postulate, Like The Church.

Both In Their Origins And Effects, Boredom And Stuffy Air Resemble Each Other. They Are Usually Generated Whenever A Large Number Of People Gather Together In A Closed Room.

The Life And Vigor Of Poetry Consists Of The Fact That It Steps Out Of Itself, Tears Out A Section Of Religion, Then Withdraws Into Itself To Assimilate It. The Same Is True Of Philosophy.

Man Is A Creative Retrospection Of Nature Upon Itself.