Every Form Of Life Is In Its

An Aphorism Ought To Be Entirely Isolated From The Surrounding World Like A Little Work Of Art And Complete In Itself Like A Hedgehog.

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.

Reason Is Mechanical, Wit Chemical, And Genius Organic Spirit.

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.

Imagination Must First Be Filled To The Point Of Saturation With Life Of Every Kind Before The Moment Arrives When The Friction Of Free Sociability Electrifies It To Such An Extent That The Most Gentle Stimulus Of Friendly Or Hostile Contact Elicits From It Lightning Sparks, Luminous Flashes, Or Shattering Blows.