In A Work Of Art,

Friendship, Love, And Piety Ought To Be Handled With A Sort Of Mysterious Secrecy; They Ought To Be Spoken Of Only In The Rare Moments Of Perfect Confidence, To Be Mutually Understood In Silence. Many Things Are Too Delicate To Be Thought; Many More, To Be Spoken.

One Can Not Understand Language Because Language Cannot Understand Itself; Does Not Want To Understand

We Are Near Awakening When We Dream That We Dream.

Genius In General Is Poetic. Where Genius Has Been Active It Has Been Poetically Active. The Truly Moral Person Is A Poet.

Nothing Is More Indispensable To True Religiosity Than A Mediator That Links Us With Divinity.