The Seat Of The Soul Is Where

Before Abstraction Everything Is One, But One Like Chaos; After Abstraction Everything Is United Again, But This Union Is A Free Binding Of Autonomous, Self-determined Beings. Out Of A Mob A Society Has Developed, Chaos Has Been Transformed Into A Manifold World.

The Poem Of The Understanding Is Philosophy.

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!

Building Worlds Is Not Enough For The Deeper Urging Mind; But A Loving Heart Sates The Striving Spirit.

I Often Feel, And Ever More Deeply I Realize, That Fate And Character Are The Same Conception.