He Who Does Not Become Familiar With

In Every Good Poem Everything Must Be Both Deliberate And Instinctive. That Is How The Poem Becomes Ideal.

In The Ancients, One Sees The Accomplished Letter Of Entire Poetry: In The Moderns, One Has The Presentiment Of The Spirit In Becoming.

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.

That Which Reminds Us Of Nature And Thus Stimulates A Feeling For The Infinite Abundance Of Life Is Beautiful. Nature Is Organic,and Therefore The Highest Beauty Is Forever Vegetative; And The Same Is True For Morality And Love.

Like Leibniz's Possible Worlds, Most Men Are Only Equally Entitled Pretenders To Existence. There Are Few Existences.