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When The Author Has No Idea Of What To Reply To A Critic, He Then Likes To Say: You Could Not Do It Better Anyway. This Is The Same As If A Dogmatic Philosopher Reproached A Skeptic For Not Being Able To Devise A System.

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When The Author Has No Idea Of What To Reply To A Critic, He Then Likes To Say: You Could Not Do It Better Anyway. This Is The Same As If A Dogmatic Philosopher Reproached A Skeptic For Not Being Able To Devise A System.

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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.

In Every Good Poem Everything Must Be Both Deliberate And Instinctive. That Is How The Poem Becomes Ideal.

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Irony Is The Form Of Paradox. Paradox Is What Is Good And Great At The Same Time.

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Wit As An Instrument Of Revenge Is As Infamous As Art Is As A Means Of Sensual Titillation.

Religion And Morals Are Symmetrically Opposed, Just Like Poetry And Philosophy.

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He Who Has Religion Will Speak Poetry. But Philosophy Is The Tool With Which To Seek And Discover Religion.

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Where Philosophy Ends, Poetry Must Commence. There Should Not Be A Common Point Of View, A Natural Manner Of Thinking Which Standsin Contrast To Art And Liberal Education, Or Mere Living; That Is, One Should Not Conceive Of A Realm Of Crudeness Beyond The Boundaries Of Education. Every Conscious Link Of An Organism Should Not Perceive Its Limits Without A Feeling For Its Unity In Relation To The Whole. For Example, Philosophy Should Not Only Be Contrasted To Non-philosophy, But Also To Poetry.

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If One Writes Or Reads Novels From The Point Of View Of Psychology, It Is Very Inconsistent And Petty To Want To Shy Away From Even The Slowest And Most Detailed Analysis Of The Most Unnatural Lusts, Gruesome Tortures, Shocking Infamy, And Disgusting Sensual Or Spiritual Impotence.

Because Christianity Is A Religion Of Death, It Could Be Treated With The Utmost Realism, And It Could Have Its Orgies, Just Likethe Old Religion Of Nature And Life.

Novels Tend To End As The Paternoster Begins: With The Kingdom Of God On Earth.

Gracefulness Is A Correct Life: Sensuality Which Contemplates And Forms Itself.

Original Love Never Appears In Pure Form, But In Manifold Veils And Shapes, Such As Confidence, Humility, Reverence, Serenity, Asfaithfulness And Modesty, As Gratefulness; But Primarily As Longing And Wistful Melancholy.

Wit Is An Explosion Of The Compound Spirit.

Man Is A Creative Retrospection Of Nature Upon Itself.

Women Do Not Have As Great A Need For Poetry Because Their Own Essence Is Poetry.

Religion Is Not Only A Part Of Education, An Element Of Humanity, But The Center Of Everything Else, Always The First And The Ultimate, The Absolutely Original.

Versatility Of Education Can Be Found In Our Best Poetry, But The Depth Of Mankind Should Be Found In The Philosopher.

One Mentions Many Artists Who Are Actually Art Works Of Nature.

If One Believes Philosophers, Then What We Call Religion Is Only A Deliberately Popularized Or An Instinctively Artless Philosophy. Poets Seem To Consider Religion Rather As A Variation Of Poetry Which By Misjudging Its Proper Beautiful Game Takes Itself Too Seriously And One-sidedly. Philosophy, However, Admits And Recognizes That It Can Begin And Complete Itself Only With Religion. Poetry Seeks Only To Strive For The Infinite And Despises Worldly Utility And Culture, Which Are The True Antitheses Of Religion. Eternal Peace Among Artists Is Thus Not Far Away.

One Has Only As Much Morality As One Has Philosophy And Poetry.

A Family Can Develop Only With A Loving Woman As Its Center.

Strictly Speaking, The Idea Of A Scientific Poem Is Probably As Nonsensical As That Of A Poetic Science.

Aphorisms Are The True Form Of The Universal Philosophy.

God Is Each Truly And Exalted Thing, Therefore The Individual Himself To The Highest Degree. But Are Not Nature And The World Individuals?

Duty Is For Kant The One And All. Out Of The Duty Of Gratitude, He Claims, One Has To Defend And Esteem The Ancients; And Only Out Of Duty Has He Become A Great Man.

A Definition Of Poetry Can Only Determine What Poetry Should Be And Not What Poetry Actually Was And Is; Otherwise The Most Concise Formula Would Be: Poetry Is That Which At Some Time And Some Place Was Thus Named.

Mathematics Is, As It Were, A Sensuous Logic, And Relates To Philosophy As Do The Arts, Music, And Plastic Art To Poetry.

Poetry Can Be Criticized Only Through Poetry. A Critique Which Itself Is Not A Work Of Art, Either In Content As Representation Of The Necessary Impression In The Process Of Creation, Or Through Its Beautiful Form And In Its Liberal Tone In The Spirit Of The Old Roman Satire, Has No Right Of Citizenship In The Realm Of Art.

A Classification Is A Definition Comprising A System Of Definitions.

True Love Should Be, According To Its Origin, Entirely Arbitrary And Entirely Accidental At The Same Time; It Should Seem Both Necessary And Free; In Keeping With Its Nature, However, It Should Be Both Destiny And Virtue And Appear As A Mystery And A Miracle.

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

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.

If You Want To See Mankind Fully, Look At A Family. Within The Family Minds Become Organically One, And For This Reason The Family Is Total Poetry.

Can We Expect The Redemption Of The World From Scholars? I Doubt It. But The Time Has Come For All Artists To Join Together As A Confederation In An Eternal League.

Virtue Is Reason Which Has Become Energy.

Since Poetry Is Infinitely Valuable, I Do Not Understand Why It Should Be More Valuable Than This Or That Which Is Also Infinitelyvaluable. There Are Artists Who Perhaps Do Not Think Art To Be Too Great, For This Is Impossible, And Yet They Are Not Free Enough To Be Able To Rise Above Their Own Best Accomplishments.

Poetry Should Describe Itself, And Always Be Simultaneously Poetry And The Poetry Of Poetry.

In True Prose Everything Must Be Underlined.

Combine The Extremes, And You Will Have The True Center.

Only He Who Possesses A Personal Religion, An Original View Of Infinity, Can Be An Artist.

The Meanest Authors Have At Least This Similarity With The Great Author Of Heaven And Earth, That They Usually Say After A Completed Day Of Work: "and Behold, What He Had Done Was Good.

Plato's Philosophy Is A Dignified Preface To Future Religion.

To Disrespect The Masses Is Moral; To Honor Them, Lawful.

The French Revolution, Fichte's Theory Of Knowledge, And Goethe's Wilhelm Meister Are The Three Greatest Tendencies Of The Age. Whoever Takes Offence At This Combination, And Whoever Does Not Consider A Revolution Important Unless It Is Blatant And Palpable, Has Not Yet Risen To The Lofty And Broad Vantage Point Of The History Of Mankind.

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It Is Peculiar To Mankind To Transcend Mankind.

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