The Need To Raise Itself

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

I Can No Longer Say My Love And Your Love; They Are Both Alike In Their Perfect Mutuality.

Through Artists Mankind Becomes An Individual, In That They Unite The Past And The Future In The Present. They Are The Higher Organ Of The Soul, Where The Life Spirits Of Entire External Mankind Meet And In Which Inner Mankind First Acts.

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

Irony Is A Clear Consciousness Of An Eternal Agility, Of The Infinitely Abundant Chaos.