Every Form Of Life Is

God The Father, And Even More Often The Devil Himself, Appears At Times In The Place Of Fate In The Modern Tragedy. Why Is It Thatthis Has Not Induced Any Scholar To Develop A Theory Of The Diabolical Genre?

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

Every Complete Man Has His Genius. True Virtue Is Genius.

There Are Ancient And Modern Poems Which Breathe, In Their Entirety And In Every Detail, The Divine Breath Of Irony. In Such Poemsthere Lives A Real Transcendental Buffoonery. Their Interior Is Permeated By The Mood Which Surveys Everything And Rises Infinitely Above Everything Limited, Even Above The Poet's Own Art, Virtue, And Genius; And Their Exterior Form By The Histrionic Style Of An Ordinary Good Italian Buffo.

Morality Without A Sense Of Paradox Is Mean.