Honor Is The Mysticism Of

Those Works Whose Ideal Has Not As Much Living Reality And, As It Were, Personality As The Beloved One Or A Friend Had Better Remain Unwritten. They Would At Least Never Become Works Of Art.

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

Eternal Life And The Invisible World Are Only To Be Sought In God. Only Within Him Do All Spirits Dwell. He Is An Abyss Of Individuality, The Only Infinite Plenitude.

Every Philosophical Review Ought To Be A Philosophy Of Reviews At The Same Time.

Just As The Romans Were The Only Nation That Was Truly A Nation, So Our Age Is The First Genuine Age.