Genius In General Is Poetic. Where Genius

A Complete Need Should Not Exist... Love, Life In Common With Loved Ones?

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.

The Individual Soul Should Seek For An Intimate Union With The Soul Of The Universe.

The Art Of Writing Books Is Not Yet Invented. But It Is At The Point Of Being Invented. Fragments Of This Nature Are Literary Seeds. There May Be Many An Infertile Grain Among Them: Nevertheless, If Only Some Come Up!

Fate And Temperament Are The Names Of A Concept.