Every Form Of Life Is In Its

Many A Witty Inspiration Is Like The Surprising Reunion Of Befriended Thoughts After A Long Separation.

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

There Is No Self-knowledge But An Historical One. No One Knows What He Himself Is Who Does Not Know His Fellow Men, Especially The Most Prominent One Of The Community, The Master's Master, The Genius Of The Age.

Imagination Must First Be Filled To The Point Of Saturation With Life Of Every Kind Before The Moment Arrives When The Friction Of Free Sociability Electrifies It To Such An Extent That The Most Gentle Stimulus Of Friendly Or Hostile Contact Elicits From It Lightning Sparks, Luminous Flashes, Or Shattering Blows.

As Long As The Artist Invents And Is Inspired, He Remains In A Constrained State Of Mind, At Least For The Purpose Of Communication. He Then Wants To Say Everything, Which Is The Wrong Tendency Of Young Geniuses Or The Right Prejudice Of Old Bunglers. Thus, He Fails To Recognize The Value And Dignity Of Self-restraint, Which Is Indeed For Both The Artist And The Man The First And The Last, The Most Necessary And The Highest Goal.